Title: The Master's Daughter

Author: Sythe aka Dawn

Rating: NC17

Characters: M/F

Category: Smut, Het

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Disclaimer: I don't own em, I just borrow em for my fics. I received no money in its creation.

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.

Part II

I wake to a new day, a day that is filled with silence except the droid transports buzzing the skies of Theed. Yawning sleepily, I rise from my bed, slipping into my robe and entered the refresher.

I turn on the shower, hoping it will help wake me and soften my tense neck muscles. And as I stand under the falling warm water, I close my eyes, standing directly under the showerhead as I think of what I had experienced the night before.

"* Who is he, what is he, why is he here – that, I want to know. *" I think with a sigh, letting the water run down over my face.

I lather my hair with fragrant soap, letting the scent fill my nostrils and slowly wake my senses.

"* And why did those droids not come after me? *"

After rinsing my hair thoroughly, then my body, I step from the shower, wrapping a soft crimson towel about my wet body. I enter my bedroom, parting the gold, crimson and black drapes just a little to peer out the window.

I see Trade Federation tanks and brigades of droids moving together as one along the center of the courtyard, my apartment no more than city blocks from the main steps leading up to the magnificent and ancient Theed royal palace.

I pray that the Queen will succeed in her attempt to ask the Republic Senate for help in stopping the Trade Federation's attack on our people, our way of life, our planet.

Sighing softly, I leave the drapes as they are and I begin to dress in a black and gold body suite – I must train.

My teacher. I remember him – a man dressed in all black…and I never saw his face. He appeared one day when I was a little girl and he took me under his tutelage, taking me from my home to a hidden underground facility deep within the forests surrounding Theed. He taught me how to use my strange abilities and to utilize and increase them far beyond I ever thought I could. He taught me about the Force, and how I could tap into it, send my mind and ethereal self along its always flowing currents, to feel and sense things about me, to feel danger, to touch the minds of others.

With his help and training, I can sense, feel, touch and taste things unlike I have ever experienced before, in ways no normal being would be able. It is an awesome experience to feel things you never thought you could.

He called himself Sidious.

A strange name, but he was a great teacher, hard but he taught me many things.

I have not seen nor heard from him in over two years since he declared my learning complete, giving me a gift of a long black velvet box that I have not even opened still to this day. I have not for he made me promise not to open it until I knew the time was right.

To this day, I wonder what he meant and what the black box holds. I wonder who he really was and why he left me as he had.

Following the paths my teacher Sidious had shown me to move from one place to another in the city unseen, I leave my apartment and move through the deathly quiet city to a hidden doorway that leads to an underground passageway.

The passageway, old – no, ancient, leads me underground, under the grassy fields just beyond the edge of Theed, under the great forest that lies beyond the grasslands to the underground facility where my teacher had trained and taught me for over 18 years. Thick layers of dust and grime would be covering everything if I had not taken it upon myself to keep the entire facility clean and organized, with the help of a few strange looking hovering droids that were kept there. And the droids instantly appear and greet me upon my entrance into the main room where a long black table with a chair at either end resided in the center of the black stone walled room.

I give them their daily objectives as they follow me through the main room and into the training room adjoining it. And with the last word, they leave me to complete their tasks while I begin to stretch before I begin my exercises and training routines.

After a short meditation, I begin my exercises, utilizing a short stalf inturn of a sword.

I go through my moves methodically, perfectly, with deadly efficient grace and coming to the end, as part of the move, I come to kneel softly upon my right knee as I place the stalf upon the floor horizontally before me.

Sweat drips from my nose as I close me eyes, looking upon the floor before me, panting softly, I can feel the Force coursing through every single microscopic inch of my body, flowing through me like water, giving me strength. It is euphoria.

And then I remember the dark presence I had felt the night before. There is some familiarity to him that I just cannot place…something about his use in the Force, the way he utilized it against me as I attempted to touch his mind.

He is here for something I sense to be related to the Trade Federation and its presence upon Naboo, but why?

I have so many questions and too little answers. But to acquire the answers I desire would require stealth, great use in the Force and entering the palace through one of the secret passageways Sidious had shown me not long before he left.

Hmm, I remember something else about my teacher…there was a boy with him, about my age, but he was not like Sidious and I.

He was Zabrak, I remember my teacher telling me when I had asked, but he gave me little else – not even the boy's name, except Khameir. And I remember…gold eyes.

As I remember things from my past, I place the stalf back upon its holder on the wall and take a longer one into my hands, twirling it before me once as I returned to the center of the mat upon the floor.

Khamier…Sidious trained him along side me for a time until he began to train him harder and more ruthlessly. At times I was taught alone while Khamier was being trained alone by Sidious in a separate room.

Sidious did not allow Khamier to get close to me, especially as we reached puberty. We were fellow students, almost like brother and sister, but not friends - nothing more, nothing less.

I go through my long stalf routine, finishing with a spin over my head and tucking the stalf under my right arm as I bring its leading end out away from me.

I wonder what came of Khamier. He left with Sidious, but when my teacher left the room after presenting the box to me, Khamier had remained behind, looking at me with his magnificent golden yellow and red eyes, the first three of his horns upon his forehead already prominent.

That moment seemed to last a lifetime, he looking at me as if to remember my image eternally. But before I could speak one word to him, he lowered his eyes as he shook his hairless horned head, then turned and without even glancing back to me once, he left me standing in the main room, the black velvet box in my hands, bewildered.

Khamier…