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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Star_Wars_-_All_Media_Types, Star_Wars_Prequel_Trilogy, Star_Wars_Episode
      I:_The_Phantom_Menace, Star_Wars_Episode_II:_Attack_of_the_Clones
  Relationship:
      Padmé_Amidala/Darth_Maul
  Character:
      Darth_Maul, Handmaiden_(Star_Wars), Nute_Gunray, Obi-Wan_Kenobi, Padmé
      Amidala, Asajj_Ventress, Dooku_|_Darth_Tyranus
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Canon_Divergence, Angst, Character_Death,
      Childbirth, Drabbles, Random_points_in_time, Still_Going_to_Hell, Torture
  Series:
      Part 2 of The_Padmé/Maul_'verse
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-07-14 Updated: 2015-07-23 Chapters: 3/? Words: 1728
****** They Will be Gods ******
by AngelQueen
Summary
     Her ability to deceive rivals his former master.
     His former master never knew how aware he was of his plans.
Notes
     These are more drabbles set in the same 'verse that began with An
     Exchange of Prophecies. They are not in order chronologically, but
     instead are random points in time. This will likely be the case with
     future chapters of drabbles that get posted.
***** One *****
It takes only a year for her belly to swell. It makes her even more desirable;
he enjoys the evidence of her fertility and his virility.
Her changing body makes her insatiable. She rides him, slamming herself down on
his cock. Sometimes he sees blood mix with her juices. It does no harm to the
child.
His most enjoys when he fucks her on her hands and knees, like that first time.
As her belly grows, he drapes himself over her, his hips slapping against her
ass, and squeezes her belly fiercely, possessively.
He still stays inside her after he comes.
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Her ability to deceive rivals his former master. He watches as she stumbles
into the public eye, weaving tales of horror featuring a monster masquerading
as a senator. The Jedi are easily taken in.
It is a calculated risk, revealing his former master as a Sith. The Jedi are
fools, but they know the Rule of Two. They will seek him, particularly after
his slaying of the Jedi Master.
He watches her comfort the Padawan, while her handmaidens try to comfort her.
She has no need of it. He can see her focusing on the Trade Federation.
Their blood will run soon enough.
===============================================================================
His former master never knew how aware he was of his plans. The clone army, the
Separatists, Order Sixty-Six, all of it. He cannot take his master’s place
within the Republic’s infrastructure, but he is not worried about that. His
mate will serve well enough in that arena.
She will be the cancer that eats the Republic from within, while he will be the
virus that attacks from without. The Jedi will sink beneath the weight of their
own arrogance. Together, they will establish a new order, surrounded by the
children he will sire in her womb.
They will be gods.
===============================================================================
Naboo burns. Though Gunray lost the backing of the Sith, he refused to back
down. The Jedi and the Republic Navy step in, even as the Senate howls.
Thousands died under Gunray’s occupation. Thousands more die in the subsequent
fighting. His mate’s family are among the first, their heads mounted on pikes
for his mate to see.
He quietly captures Gunray in the chaos and hides him. His life is forfeit, and
his mate will be the one to take it. She grieves her family, but her rage is
stronger.
No one hears Gunray’s screams as she tortures him to death.
===============================================================================
A red sun rises over the Lake Country.
His mate’s estate is one of the few left after the battle. There are few
inhabitants. It is the perfect place to hide.
On her sixteenth name day, she births his son. Only he and her handmaidens are
there. No one else knew she was carrying.
She takes no medication to dull the pain of childbirth. She is accustomed to
pain now, craves it. It is a messy business, but then his son slides from
between her legs, screaming, strong.
The boy’s skin drips with blood in patterns like as his own tattoos.
***** Two *****
Chapter Notes
     Okay, there's actually something of a theme in this chapter...
The Naboo survivors adore his mate. They view her as their savior, their
avenger, their protector. For her, they would overturn centuries of tradition
of a democratic monarchy, and allow her bloodline to rule over them for as long
as it lasts.
Once, he believes his mate would have abhorred such an idea. Once, she had
clung fiercely to the ideals of democracy and inalienable rights. Once, she
would have spurned popular rule for ‘giving the people what they need, not what
they want’. Now, she is no longer so naïve.
Naboo will be a fine inheritance for one of their children.
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His mate will not remain on Naboo. His plans require her to stand on a larger
stage. Although the Naboo are rather anti-Republic due to the Republic’s
mishandling of the invasion, they are convinced that their Queen serving also
as Senator will put things to right.
Such is their devotion that they will accept anything and everything she says.
He is counting on it.
She continues to wear the face paint when she is inducted, hiding the tattoos
painted onto her skin. Red and white, counterpoint to his red and black.
They will make a fine pair to the eye, when the time comes.
===============================================================================
She makes friends easily on Coruscant. She says the Republic can be saved from
its weaknesses, which gains her much popularity. It also guarantees her support
from the Jedi.
At first, he dislikes her being so close to the Jedi, particularly the handsome
former apprentice of the master he killed to take her. He is not blind to the
interest in his eyes, the desire.
She smiles at his jealousy before sinking to her knees. He is her mate, she
says, her one. She frees his cock from his trousers, stroking it to hardness
before taking it into her mouth.
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She is deliberate in her friendship with the Jedi. She makes a point of
inviting him to visit. He watches from the shadows as she flirts with him. She
deliberately stokes his fury.
He fucks her hard afterward. When the Jedi leaves, he shoves her into her
bedroom and against the wall. Holding her wrists, he shreds her dress. He does
nothing to prepare her, but finds her wet when he thrusts into her.
He pays no attention to her pleasure, focusing on reestablishing his claim to
her, body and soul. “Mine,” he hisses.
She laughs when he spends himself inside her.
===============================================================================
Her belly soon rounds again, carrying his next child. There is more difficulty
in hiding this baby’s existence. His mate has left off the heavy, shapeless
robes of a queen for the more fashionable clothing of a young woman. Still, she
manages it.
The Republic continues to crumble. The Separatists have refused further
negotiations. His mate’s pet Jedi investigates, and is nearly murdered. Indeed,
he should have died, would have, if his mate had not asked for mercy. She is
adamant he still has a part to play.
The day she births their second son is the day the Clone Wars begin.
***** Three *****
Chapter Notes
     Wow, I actually managed to write something for this 'verse not
     involving porn! Accomplishment!
His former master would have been amused in watching the Republic tear itself
apart. The man took ordinate pride in being cleverer than others, and enjoyed
watching them flail about when caught in his webs.
He doesn’t bother with such indulgence. It’s a waste of time that could be
better spent furthering his plans.
Still, he cannot help but roll his eyes at Dooku’s self-righteousness. As if
the Separatists really are any better than the Republic at this point? His
would-be apprentice still exhibits much of the Jedi’s propensity for over-
inflated arrogance.
Who can say if the count will ever learn the truth?
===============================================================================
The Jedi hunt him, as he knew they would. Even was they slog through campaign
after campaign, they seek him, delving into the shadows.
Dooku’s apprentice, a Nightsister, is flamboyant in inciting the Jedi to hunt
her. She enjoys turning the hunters into the hunted, killing them and then
sending their heads to the Temple on Coruscant.
He rarely kills those who hunt him, at least at first. The young knights sent
after him are clumsy, foolish. They don’t come close to finding him.
The Council, however, proves itself able to adapt for once, and sends actual
hunters after him.
===============================================================================
He kills three hunters in six months. He doesn’t bother knowing their names,
just kills and leaves them for their successors to find. There is little point
to making a display of the matter, not after Dooku and his pet have cornered
that market.
After his third kill, he returns to Coruscant, leaving the corpse in the mud of
Jabiim. His mate is embroiled the Senate’s latest attempt to end the war
through a change of leadership, leaving him to his own devices.
He stares out the window, toward the Temple. He can almost hear the Council
gnashing their teeth.
===============================================================================
He learns of the new hunter before he leaves the planet - Kenobi. His mate’s
pet.
“No.” Her voice is hard, unyielding. “He must not die.”
“Why? He is a Jedi. He will die eventually.”
She stares at him, giving away nothing. “He is useful. He could be even more so
if you would only see.” Her tone sharpens. “Do not kill him.”
Part of him wants refuse, if only to remind her of who commands who. He
recognizes his mate’s ability to discern the heart and motives of others,
however. She sees something in this Jedi.
For now, he will stay his hand.
===============================================================================
Kenobi is good, he learns. He is barely an hour out of Coruscant before he
senses the pursuit.
He executes a few of the same maneuvers used on the previous hunters, tricks
that had confounded them and led to death. Kenobi is not fooled, and dismantles
the traps even as they snap closed.
Now he is curious. He lets Kenobi get close, closer than any of the other
hunters got before he killed them. Kenobi is seemingly unflappable, but he is
an expert at looking beneath the surface. He sees the simmering emotion there.
He sees the hate.
Now he understands.
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It is no easy feat to cage a Jedi. Dooku claims the man has the “devil’s luck”
or some such nonsense.
His first attempts to capture him fail spectacularly, but then he decides to
use Dooku’s pet as bait, to let Kenobi face her. The witch has become the
Jedi’s nemesis, and he has witnessed her murder his fellows and felt her brand
him with her own talents in torture. Yes, there is hate there, just as there is
hate toward him for murdering his old master.
The Council were fools to send a Jedi barely hanging onto their precious Code.
===============================================================================
He watches the witch die on the Jedi’s blade. The fury that roils around Kenobi
is a work of art, and he wants to freeze this moment in time, to let him
immortalize it.
The witch sees him watching, and in her final moments, she laughs. Perhaps the
Force has shown her something worth laughing at, but he hardly cares. The
moment she slides off Kenobi’s blade, he acts, Force-blitzing the man before he
can center himself.
Kenobi falls on the witch’s corpse. He stares down at him, then lifts him up.
He leaves the witch where she fell. She’s not his concern.
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