Title: The Master's Daughter

Author: Sythe aka Dawn

Rating: NC17

Characters: M/F

Category: Smut, Het

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Summary: The Queen and Jedi have escaped from Tatooine and make their way back to the planet of Naboo. Having been ordered to go and wait for them there, Darth Maul finds something he did not expect to find on the homeworld of his master.

Naboo – Theed.

"Where are you?" I call through the darkness of my mind.

I can feel him, a dark shadowy presence at the edge of my consciousness.

"Why are you here?" I question with my mind, the essence of my being merged and one with the chaotic and constant moving, all encompassing energy field called the Force.

All I hear is silence, but I feel the faintest caress upon my mind, the dark presence growing in strength and intensity, bringing a gasp to my lips when I suddenly see a dark figure before me in my minds' eye – all black, face unseen.

And then, just as suddenly as the figure appeared in my mind, it is gone. I want to know…see more, I want to know who this dark being is, why I sense him so intensely in the Force.

I reach out through the Force, reaching out to the mind of the dark being and instantly I cry out in pain as I receive a backlash for my attempt.

I collapse to the floor of my dark candle lit room, tears streaming down my cheeks, my hands grasping to my thrumming head, my mind burning – on fire. I breathe in ragged gasps, my body trembling terribly. I have never felt such a powerful attack like that before, never felt such mental pain as I do now.

Whoever – whatever that being is, it is far more powerful in the Force than I have ever encountered before. And it scares me...yet it intrigues me.

I lie motionless for a long while, my thoughts still lingering on the dark being…my wonder and curiosity of it peaked.

Finally after a while longer, I rise to my feet, and picking up the white satin robe from the nearby chair, I wrap it about me as I exit the room, my meditation over.

It is night in Theed, the capitol city of the planet Naboo. Cool evening air blows through the open balcony doors of my apartments, the sheer black gold trimmed curtains dance lightly in the currents that pass through the wide open doors.

The planet is under siege, the Trade Federation placing a massive trade embargo about the planet and every single inch of the planet has been scoured by battle droids rounding up the planets' peoples and placing them in imprisonment camps.

I had been left alone for some strange reason I know not. They filled the halls of the building, gathered everyone and filed them out to be processed and placed in camps, but my door remained closed, ignored by the droids as they wreaked havoc throughout the night after they overtook Theed.

The Queen, with the aid of two Jedi, escaped the planet for Coruscant in seeking help from the Republic Senate to save our planet. It has been almost a week since Queen Amidala disappeared.

The dark being – I felt his presence the moment he landed upon the Naboo only a day ago, its presence filling me with a great sense of intrigue and desire to learn all I can of the dark presence.

I step out onto the balcony, looking up at the brilliant and beautiful full moon having just risen over the horizon on its journey about the planet. I hold to the railing before me with one hand and my robe close about me with the other, the soft breeze making my long dark brunette hair dance against my back, rear and thighs.

This had been my first attempt in contact, unsure as to what to expect, but now I know and my head aches terribly for it. I should have expected as much, but I did not know what would have truly happened if I did not try.

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Day.

"My Lord," Nute Gunray, Viceroy of the Trade Federation greets the black garbed figure who stands before a nearby window overlooking the courtyard of the Theed palace, as the Viceroy enters the throne room after being informed that the Sith Lord awaited him there.

There is a slight quaver in the Viceroy's heavily accented voice, though despite trying his best to keep his growing fear at bay.

"* What a futile attempt. Pathetic. *" The Sith Lord thinks with a soft growl deep in his throat, his arms clasped together before him, the hood of his robe pulled forward upon his head.

The Sith seems to take little or no notice of the Neimoidian, remaining motionless as he peers out of the window at the vast scene just beyond. Elegance, splendor, grace and beauty unmatched by any other planet he has seen in his many travels. Something small he takes pleasure in when he actually is able.

Minutes pass in silence, the reptilian-like Trade Federation Viceroy unconsciously wringing his long fingered hands together nervously, unsure as if he should speak, or wait for the Sith Lord to break the silence.

And then, the Neimoidian almost leaps out of his reptilian-like skin, as the errie silence is finally broken.

"My Master sends word that the Senate remains as he has made it. Things will remain as they are in the Senate until the young Queen returns and signs the treaty with your Trade Federation." The Sith Lord speaks, his voice giving no hint of emotion, except that he speaks with the manner of one of great education and the accent of one of great stature in the ranks of social standings.

"Yes my Lord, I assure you, she will sign the treaty, and if she denies, then she will be forced."

"What of your progress in the overtaking of the planet?" The Sith diverts the subject quickly and effectively, the slightest hint of a grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he senses the fear, nervousness and confusion of the Neimoidian with the sudden change of subject.

"We have over 65% of the planet under our control, my Lord. The entirety of the planet should be ours within a matter of days." The Viceroy answers, fidgeting ever so slightly with the hemmed edge of his robes.

Instantly the Sith Lord turns about on his heels, eyes intense and burning, facing the Viceroy as he remains standing before the window.

"We, Viceroy, do not have days." The Sith growls in tightened fury, his black gloved hands fisted at his sides as he looks hard upon the Neimoidian. "The Queen and her lackeys are, at this very moment, upon Coruscant. Time is of the essence, Viceroy. The planet must totally be in your control before the Senate hears the Queen's appeals for help."

"W-we will redouble our efforts, my Lord. More droids shall be brought to the surface and we will take control the remainder of the planet as quickly as it is possible." Nute Gunray answers in sheer terror as he looks into the eyes of the Sith Lord, seeing darkness unlike he has ever seen before, intense hatred, and disgust of him, forcing the Viceroy to take a quick step back.

The Sith Lord says not another word, but gives a slight nod of his hooded head and returns his attention back to the scene beyond the window, gazing out as the soft light of day sets the stone walls of the buildings aflame with gold.

With that, Nute Gunray turns hesitantly, then quickly leaves the throne room to fulfill his promise to the Sith Lord, not wishing to see those eyes upon him again as they had been, not wanting to anger the Sith…not wanting to die.

He, the Dark Lord of Sith, senses the Neimoidian leave the room, taking his small cadre of battle droids with him, leaving the Sith to stand alone, gazing out the window upon the capital city of the planet of his Master's birth. Naboo.

Only moments before the Viceroy entered the Throne room, the Sith Lord had been deep within the recesses of the Darkside of the Force, remembering the touch of another mind to his as he meditated in his quarters. One strong in the Force and knowledgeable in the abilities and training it would require in utilizing the Force – the Darkside, as that person had.

She had called out to him and he heard her but remained silent, masking himself within the Darkside, yet she sensed him nonetheless.

"* Curious. Who is the female that attempted to reach out to me? She is strong in the Force, and the Darkside…and she is near. *" The Dark Lord thinks to himself, his mind drifting ever constantly with the ebb and flow of the Force, feeling every chaotic spiral and lurch, the many minds that populate the planet, the life of the ancient spinning rock, the fear, the pain, the terror, the suffering…and the presence of the woman who sought him out. "* And there is something…familiar about her presence *"