((Short teaser for a SW fic I thought up. Positive reaction my yield further installments.))
Nothing had been saved. Both of her masters had been lost. She had been driven from the planet she had rightfully taken for her own. Even the dark side no longer wanted her.
Maris Brood was truly alone, and she knew who to blame. There was Vader – Darth Vader, the “lord of the sith”. There was Palpatine, the dark Emperor, the ruler of this twisted world. And then there was him – the boy. The apprentice, the assassin. Killed by the Emperor not long ago.
This was his fault. He had taken Shaak Ti from her, taken the senator from her, taken away her pride and driven her from Felucia. Now, even he was gone. Vengeance could not be had. She was without a goal, without guidance, without a master, without a home.
Multiple heavy stones dropped from their positions – floating in a ring around the zabrak – as Maris's train of thought ended. It was pointless even contemplating it – her connection to the force was scattered, with both light and dark sides vying for her tainted affection. She had promised him, that dark apprentice, that she would turn her back on the dark side. Vowed to him when he had spared her life.
But despite her efforts, the Dark Side of the Force had not turned its back on her.
Now, all she had was this place, this new hell. The system was damn near uncharted, as far as she knew – utterly empty of any intelligent life. Maybe it was better that way. Maris could concentrate on her connection with the animal and plant life, could train herself among them. Maybe she didn't need a master, or a mistress. What was the point, anyway? Being a jedi was of no use, anyway – all it did was make you a target. She had no authority, no rightful place in civilization. Perhaps this miserable, wet, stinking hole... this 'Degobah'... was where she belonged.
The zabrak girl twitched at the sound of a sudden bursting gas-bubble from a nearby, fetid pond. She let out a quiet groan and flopped back down onto the sticky, mossy rock she had been crouching on, her elbows resting on her thighs. Then again, maybe this wasn't where she belonged, and maybe nobody belonged here at all.
“I hate this place...” she growled, using her unstable connection with the Force to lift a small rock and toss it aimlessly at the pond, causing a dull, thick-sounding splash and an awkward burbling sound.
“Hate it, do you? My home this is – perhaps, hate you, it does, mmrh? Ooughrhhurhurhurhourgh."