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 home world of his master.

Part V

He is instantly looking over the edge of the railing, looking down at the black figure as she lands upon the balls of her feet then hastily vanishes within the shadows of the night before any will see her. She utilized the Force to greatly decelerate her decent, a trick hard to master in fact.

"Indeed a warrior." The Dark Lord of Sith growls with delight, finding a kindred spirit and the bonds of similarity between he and in the mysterious woman. Yet he continues to find her familiarity a curiosity, unable to quite remember where and when – or even if he has seen her before. Her actions and her mastery of the Force tells him only a great and skillful Master could have apprenticed her, but Masters of such degree are Jedi…except one, Lord Darth Sidious, Dark Lord of Sith – his Master.

She is not Jedi, nor is she Sith, but her abilities and skills lie in the Darkside and is part of the very training he himself had received. She is an enigma – a memory he knows he has but will not clearly surface.

"Soon you will be a mystery no longer my little one."

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Early morning.

I stare out the window before me, the Theed palace and its great waterfall in full view. I could hardly sleep at all after my first venture into the palace, after entering that room…touching and being touched by that…darkness.

"Why…" I think aloud, but finding no answers as I take a slow sip of my cup, the warm tang of softly sweetened tea coursing down my throat to my knotted stomach. I am on edge, my senses telling me so many things – more than my mind can register so quickly. I sense there is something behind all this, behind the Trade Federation taking over Naboo, behind the dark being suddenly being present shortly after Queen Amidala and the Jedi escaped. But then my thoughts drift to the past, recalling a day when I was 14 years old and Khameir, 4 years older than I, we were playing a game.

We were playing when we were supposed to be practicing the routines Sidious had taught us. He wanted me to find him but everywhere I looked I could not – not even when I used the Force. It was as if he had vanished totally. Afraid, angry and in despair, I sat down in the center of the training room mat and began to cry.

"Don't cry," I heard Khameir's voice but when I raised my eyes and looked about me he was nowhere to be seen. "Don't cry, our Master will be angry."

"Khameir! Where are you?" I sobbed, tears streaming from my eyes, looking about me, hoping to find the only friend I ever had. "Khameir!"

"Don't worry, I'm right here." And suddenly he appeared right infront of me out of thin air, laughing. I swear I almost leapt 10 feet off the floor for fright when he did that but he quickly fell to his knees before me and embraced me, comforting me.

Khameir had never done that before – disappear like he did and I unable to find him anywhere using all the means I had. And he never comforted me before like that, it too surprised me but it gave me great pleasure knowing he cared enough.

"You do that to me again and I'll hurt you!" I suddenly pulled out of his embrace, slamming my fist as hard as I could against his shoulder as I jumped to my feet and stalked away, furious.

He did not do it again after that and when I asked him how he did it, he never told me, instead telling me that Sidious would teach me one day. But now, as I think back on that day that seems a lifetime away, I recall having felt a cold black presence move to stand before me – unbreakable and impenetrable…just like I had felt in that room in the palace last night.

"Khameir…"

I turn my eyes abruptly from the window, staring at the black velvet box sitting upon the table before me like an ominous thing. Whatever is within its walls I feel calling to me – reaching out through the Force like a whisper, silver laced black tendrils emanating from the object or objects within like incense smoke…like a siren's song.

"No, not just yet. The time is not here." I hear myself exclaim, knowing instinctively that I cannot open the box Sidious had given me until the time is just right…but that time is fast approaching – my senses and soul feeling the almost unfelt pulse of time ticking downward. That hour is fast approaching.

With another sip of my tea, I slowly rise to my feet, my flowing robe dancing about my ankles and I stand before the window, crossing my arms over my chest as my eyes and senses scan the scene before me.

It is so quiet, so decollate without the constant comings and goings of Theed's citizen folk, merchants, police and the smells of morning bakeries and shops cooking their wares. It does not feel right at all and a sudden shiver races up my spine, bringing a soft gasp to my lips.

Slowly I turn from the window, my eyes falling for a moment upon the black velvet box before I make my way to my room to dress. I must return to the underground facility to train, give the droids their chores and meditate. The facility is a place of great Force energy – it flows and penetrates every wall, every object and thing within. I will utilize the Force energies to strengthen my own when I begin my meditation.

"Soon I will know who you are and why you are here and then you will be a mystery no longer."

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He has been awake long before the rise of the morning sun, his thoughts upon the woman that had come during the night in search of him, believing a day of hard training would clear his thoughts. But after many hours of intense rigorous training, his mind continues drifting back to her.

The Sith Lord watches the scene before him, the great falls that flow behind the palace, thousands of feet over the sheer drop off, disappearing in a wall of thick misty spray. A natural majestic beauty unlike any other he has seen.

After waking, he dressed and made his way beyond the edge of the great and ancient city of Theed, to a place in the nearby forests where he could meditate and train. He could hear the roar of the great falls drown out all sound and he immediately knew he found the perfect location when the forest broke up and thinned out about him to suddenly stop at a beach towered over by the great falls some several hundred feet across the way.

Just beyond were waters as clear as pure crystal, clean beaches of soft white and tan sands, lush, thick, tall water reeds and plants creating a lagoon of sorts. A place of privacy and purity hard to come by in the galaxy. It is peaceful and serene, the waterfall creating an atmosphere of ease and he sensed the area was strong with the Force.

He trained long and hard, cutting several small trees down, having used them as targets. And with a deep breath of the moist clean air, he places himself just along the edge of the beach and mainland, sitting cross-legged, his lightsaber lying upon the ground before him. Another breath and he closes his eyes, letting himself be filled with all the dark emotions of his body, fed by the Darkside.

The Sith feels his veins burn icy cold with the Darkside, yet it is as hot as the hottest star. It courses through his body with every beat of his heart, fills his nostrils and lungs with each breath he takes, fills his mind with images and sensations. His ears are bombarded by the roar of the falls as well as the whispers of the Darkside, the voices of the Sith Lords past and future.

"Khameir…"

He hears a voice sigh a name, a voice soft and sweet – the voice of a woman. And with that voice comes an image; brown eyes brilliant yet sad, lips sweet and perfect, her tall slender frame adorned in a white robe that dances about her slim ankles as if alive. She stands before a floor to ceiling window, sipping tea from her black cup, looking out at the scene before her…the Theed palace and the great waterfalls that flow behind it.

It is her – the woman who has been searching for him, the one who came to him last night dressed in black, the woman he cannot recall to memory from his past. What is the reason why she is so familiar? There is something about her face, her eyes…but he cannot connect it and it angers him even more so than his curiosity in the woman which is slowly diverting his attention from the reason why he was sent to Naboo in the first place.

Another image enters his mind. It is the woman once more. She is dressed in a loose fitting black training uniform, and he watches as she steps from her fighter's stance and begins her routine, wielding a short stalf as if it were a lightsaber – cutting, slicing through the air with grace and deadly precision. But something catches attention – the way she moves, how she executes each step of her routine, her style…Sith.

The Sith Lord is fascinated, unable to find any answer as to the reason how she knows to fight, to move as a Sith…as he does. As she ends her routine, she kneels perfectly motionless, the short stalf lying upon the floor before her…and it is then when he recognizes suddenly her surroundings. He knows this place, knows it all too well – the Sith facility that was long ago built underground deep within the forests beyond the outskirts of Theed.

"Why are you there my little one?" He thinks, his thoughts a whisper through the Force, traveling along it currents to the woman he feels in his mind and in his body…to Her.