Part I

My father, Darth Maul, Dark Lord of Sith – Khameir Sarin, I never knew him
– he died when I was born, during one fated mission while on the hunt for a
missing child Queen and two Jedi.

He was a great warrior and fighter as my mother had told me many times
before with great pride of him and great despair. She loved him with a love
never before seen. And like the Great Exar Kun, a Sith Lord of long ago, my
father wielded a double ended, crimson bladed lightsabre – no one could
wield such a weapon unless one who totally delved him or herself into the
Darkside of the Force and the greatest in skill in every possible martial
arts.

Though he could not say it, he loved my mother and I greatly. My mother
used to tell me of the nights they would lie together in their bed, his
hands upon her belly, me inside. She had told me that he would talk to me,
though she could not for she was not as sensitive to the Force as my father
was.

I wish I knew my father.

All I have of him is a holoimage of him recorded during one of his
training sessions he had allowed my mother to watch and record – a gift to
me. I look like him in many ways, though I am lighter in skin color than he.
I have his intense golden yellow and red eyes, his strength, the placement
of the horns upon his head, and a great sensitivity to the Force…and the
Darkside.

My mother gave birth to me the very moment my father died – a very strange
occurrence the Sith priestess had said the moment I was born. With my first
cries of life, my father gasped for his, and as I was placed in my mother's
arms to suckle upon her breast, my father fell down the Theed Palace energy
shaft.

I have had dreams – visions of that very moment, seeing a young Jedi leap
over my father's head and as soon as my father turned to find the Jedi
standing behind him, the Jedi ignited his lightsabre and sent it cutting
right through my father's middle, bisecting him in two halves. I have seen
the battle between my father, the young Jedi and another older Jedi with
long graying brown hair.

And sometimes…I can hear my father's voice. He speaks to me when I
meditate or when I sleep. Telling me that he is so proud of me and all that
I have accomplished and how he wished to kill that weakling of a Jedi
Padawan who had slain him the very moment of my birth. And how much he
wished that he had been there, witnessing my birth instead of chasing down a
little bitch Queen and the two Jedi acting as her guard dogs. Even that one
the very moment he felt the searing of the lightsabre passing through him,
he felt my emergence and heard my first cries. Once he told me that he had
seen my future but never told me what he had seen.

They, my visions, fill me with hatred and rage – one day I will avenge my
father…I will kill Obi-Wan Kenobi! And my father shall be standing there;
watching with great pride as his daughter avenges his death. The Jedi shall
know no pain like he will feel when I slowly torture him, enjoying every cry
of utter pain that escapes his mouth and I shall enjoy every little moment
of his pain.

Though my mother hid me from my father's master, Darth Sidious, and
attempted to keep me from the path my father had followed, I was never the
less destined to follow in my father's footsteps and take my place as Dark
Lord of Sith, under my father's name. Darth Maul shall live again – the
Destroyer of Worlds will be once more

Part II

~ Journey into the Darkness ~

I enter the cantina, finding it dimly lit and the air filled with a layer
of smoke. My hood pulled forward over my head, I make my way toward the bar
where the barkeep is busy making a round of drinks.

My senses tell me much – there is a Rodian and a pair of humanoids sitting
together in a nearby corner booth, watching me with great interest and
scrutiny. They see a black robed, hooded figure enter and make "his" way
toward the cantina bar and order a drink in an inaudible voice.

With my order, I turn to look over my shoulder to glance over the various
alien and humanoid patrons of the establishment, utilizing the Force to give
me the ire of mystery and danger. And my senses tell me that many eyes are
upon me, watching me – weary.

The barkeep hands me my drink and I place the due upon the counter before
me, and I take a slow deep slip of the drink that had been one of my
father's favorite – as my mother had told me once.

I suddenly sense tension in the air and I hear male voices rise in tone,
filled with anger and hatred, then I hear the humanoid men begin to push one
another and the larger of the two knocks the smaller onto a nearby table and
instantly all hell breaks loose.

I roll my eyes and shake my head as I take another sip of my drink,
hearing the brawl beginning to spread. Sensing someone stumbling backward
toward me, I instantly move out of the way in one swift movement, and within
moments, the human male lands against the bar against his back no more than
two feet to my right and collapses to the floor unconscious.

Quickly, sensing the approach of a tall large humanoid male from behind, I
swallow the remainder of my drink and setting the cup down upon the bar
quietly, I lower my arms to my sides, I turn and prepare to encounter my
opponent.

Seeing me turn about toward him, the humanoid male stops just three paces
before me, looking upon the shorter, hooded dark figure standing before him.
My hood's shadow's hides my face and I keep my head lowered slightly to keep
hidden within it.

I can feel the energies of the Darkside surround me, filling me and giving
me its strength. I can feel my eyes glow with intensity as I feel almost
every muscle in my body prepare for the possible battle at hand.

The humanoid takes a step closer and I can sense and hear his intentions –
he wishes to fight me – even despite my size in contrary to his, and slowly,
my eyes closed, I raise my head and allow the dim light of the cantina to
fall upon my face. And letting the humanoid male finally see me, I slowly
open my eyes and I look upon his with all my intensity.

I let a slight grin appear just at the corner of my lips as I see the
surprise upon his face – finding my opponent to be one large and nasty
looking Marauder.

A true test of my skills and abilities.

The Marauder does not know what to make of me – for he sees a humanoid
with intense glowing golden yellow and red eyes…and black and blood red
tribal like tattooing upon my "his" entire face.

I can sense that he is unsure of my gender, for my figure is hidden under
the hooded ankle length black robe that I wear. Not even my black boots tell
him of my gender – nothing except my face. But he is still unsure and it
brings me ever more pleasure for he cannot read me, though as he stands
before me, he sizes me up and finds me an easy foe – if he only knew.

Suddenly he charges at me, but I step out of his way and he runs into the
bar behind me. In fury, he turns about and finds me standing behind him in a
deceivingly plain stance – shoulders slightly forward, back straight, arms
at my sides, feet slightly parted.

With a loud growl, the Marauder clenches his fists and once again, he
charges at me. And in one swift movement, I turn and lift my right foot into
the air and instantly my heel impacts his face and it sends him stumbling
backward a few steps.

He shakes off the pain and impact and looks at me with rage, teeth bared
at me, and swiftly he has his hands at his sides, taking his blasters into
his hands and raising them to me, he fires of a flurry of shots at me.

The blots of energy fly at me but suddenly in a blink of an eye, I deflect
them back at him – in one swift movement, I grasped hold of my weapon hidden
under the folds of my robe and holding it out before me, the brilliant
crimson blade emerges and sends the bolts flying back.

And the bolts hit the Marauder in the chest and stomach, killing him
instantly, his lifeless body collapsing to the floor with a loud thud.

All is silent. All that can be heard is the distinct hum of my lightsabre
and the almost inaudible gasps as all look upon me.

Quickly I deactivate my sabre and place it back upon its hook upon my
right hip and with a glance about me, I move toward the bar, toss an
appropriate sum for any damage to the barkeep without a word and I make my
way toward the main entrance of the cantina.

Slipping into the protection of the shadows of the night, I veil myself in
the Darkside as I make my way to my ship…my father's ship…the Scimitar.

Part III

I have been wandering the galaxy insearch of Jedi who had killed my
father, biding my time for when I take retribution for what that Jedi did to
my father…and to my mother and I. And as I walk in the protection of the
shadows of the darkness, veiling myself in the Darkside, I keep my senses at
their peak, my eyes keeping detailed watch of everything about me.

The underbelly of Coruscant – dismal and dangerous and no place for a lone
woman. But I am no ordinary woman…I am Khamiera Sarin, Daughter of Darth
Maul, Dark Lord of Sith. No one will stand in my way or pay with their
lives.

My eyes look with scrutiny upon all about me, either living or not. My
senses tell me many things, and my nose tells me that I am surrounding with
death and decay, but I have learned to put up with offensive odors.

I make my way along a passageway and suddenly, I sense the presence of
many minds gathering behind me and I can hear their thoughts…they plan on
ambushing and robing me, possibly to rape me. I let a grin slip across my
face, knowing that my soon to be attackers are absolutely no match for me.

They follow along the entire length of the passageway, keeping to the
shadows as I do, but as I round a turn in the passageway, I stop and hastily
examine my surroundings. I find above me what appears to be a catwalk and
instantly with the aid of the Force, I leap up and land perfectly upon the
catwalk, hastily blending into the darkness and I hide myself in a place
where I have perfect view upon the passageway far below me.

I wait only minutes when I finally see a group of males, all of many
different species and sizes, appear about the turn and instantly begin to
look about with disbelief for they do not find me moving down the passageway
ahead of them.

I growl deep in my throat with pleasure, feeling the energies of the
Darkside begin to flow and intensify about and within me. I can feel my body
and mind merge and become one with the Darkside, making my senses ever more
acute than ever could be. I can hear their heart beats, smell their scents,
taste them in the air, and most of I can feel their fear.

"Where did he go?" I hear one of the large human males exclaim, unsure as
to the reason behind my vanishing. I chuckle quietly for they think me a
male…if they only knew!

They begin to look about – left, right, ahead of them and behind them,
even down to see if I had disappeared down a hidden manhole. But they do not
look up. Idiots!

Slowly, I slip my weapon from its hiding place within my robe as I
stealthily make my way through the shadows, and suddenly, I leap over the
railing and I land upon my feet in the center of the entire gang of males
and quickly, I begin to act the one's who are quick enough to turn about and
came at me.

I move faster than sight, sending my would-be attackers flying in all
directions as I kick them and utilize the Force to blast them away from me.

And suddenly three of the smaller, but apparently "smarter" of the gang
hastily remove themselves from the fray and instantly they begin to fire
their blasters at me. But before fatal shots touch me, I activate my weapon
and deflect the energy bolts back at those who had fired them, and they fall
to the ground lifeless from blaster wounds.

I am silent as I stand motionless, my foes finding their feet as the less
injured get up from the ground, holding my ignited weapon before me,
prepared to continue. They still cannot see my face, my hood remaining upon
my head, the light about me not enough to reveal my appearance to my
attackers…or shall I say, my soon to be dead attackers.

"He…he is a Jedi!" I hear one of them exclaim in fear as they appear to
realize what I am…but they are far from being right.

I am instantly fueled with rage at being called a Jedi – I am not, nor
will I ever be Jedi!

I growl aloud and I charge at the remaining number of the gang and I
impale one as I slice the arm off another and before I can attack the
others, I suddenly hear the sounds of approaching Republic law enforcement
officers.

I growl aloud once again in rage and with the use of the Force, I charge at
the remainder of my foes and quickly, I lay them down, dead at my feet.

Standing amongst the corpses lying upon the ground, I deactivate my sabre
and place it upon my hip as I turn my eyes to the dark skies above me. I
take a careful breath as not to inhale too much of the horrid air of the
place and suddenly I turn on my heel and quickly as I make my way back the
way I had been headed, I race back to Scimitar easily hidden in an old
abandoned landing facility, cloaked and awaiting my return.

I will continue my search…no matter how long it takes, I shall avenge my
father and the Sith shall hear the name Darth Maul again.

Part IV

I enter Scimitar and make my way up to the second level of the ship, to
the communications consul to monitor local happenings. The Republic police
have found the gang of males that had attempted to attack me and 6 blocks
have been cordoned off as they attempt to search for the ones who have
apparently murdered the males.

I chuckle. They were too easy. Not even worth my skill. And the local law
believes that a number over one killed the gang.

I sit down in the pilot's chair and check ships' systems for readiness. I
had to learn on my own how to pilot and use Scimitar's systems, and luckily,
my father had hidden schematics and finely detailed logs with the full rage
of workings and systems that makes up Scimitar.

All checks out according to my father's levels of preparedness and I will
maintain it.

Then, just as I am about to rise from the pilot's chair, I hear over the
com system that the Republic has just been dissolved and has become an
Empire under the rule of the newly ordained Emperor Palpatine, the previous
Supreme Chancellor of the Republic. I instantly sit myself back into my seat
as I listen to the news reports streaming in, listing the number of Jedi
being slaughtered wholesale for no apparent reason other than being Jedi.

The news fills me with rage – the Jedi are being slaughtered while the
Sith apparently have remained hidden in the shadows. But no doubt that in
some way the Sith Lords of my generation have a hand in it. Yet what fills
me with rage is the fact that the Jedi I have been hunting down for the past
five years may have already been killed before I have tasted the bitter
sweetness of revenge.

But I am quickly filled with some relief as I hear the list of slain Jedi.
Obi-Wan Kenobi is not among the thousands claimed by death.

I WILL have my revenge!

Finally, after listening to the news about conflicts arising in the Outer
Rim systems, I rise from the chair and I enter the lift to the lower level
to inspect the Sith probe droids and the speeder for readiness and working
condition. All is in perfect working order. I have inherited my father's
gift of technological mastery – quite helpful for I have quietly taken my
father's place.

"*Soon my father…soon they all shall fear your name again. *"

*******

Darkside energies surround and fill me as I let myself become one in the
Force, letting my mind, body and soul drift along the always chaotic
currents of the Darkside. I can feel the minds of the trillion of beings
that make up the population of Coruscant – the center of the now Empire. The
Republic is no more and I can already feel the suffering and despair.

" My daughter. The time has come. Present yourself before the Emperor, but
carefully. Use my name and remember at all times he can read you as if you
are an open book to him…for he was once my master. Guard yourself well."

And then I see him…my father in my mind's eye, standing before me, his
arms crossed over his broad chest, the look of great pride of me upon his
face, his golden yellow and red eyes glowing brilliantly in the darkness
about us. Then he vanishes suddenly he fades into a fog.

"I am proud of you my daughter…Khameira."

I slowly open my eyes, a single tear slipping from the corner of my right
eye. He had never said my name before - he had always called me
daughter…until now.

"As you wish father." I speak and carefully, I rise from my meditation
posture and make my way to the refresher to prepare myself for my first true
appearance…as Darth Maul, Dark Lord of Sith.

I bathe myself following Sith tradition and I dress in my father's
clothing, pulling my long hair back into a tight tail behind my head, I slip
into the hooded black robe. Pulling the black leather gloves onto my hands,
I place my weapon upon the hook on the wide black belt and I slip the hood
of the robe upon my horned head, making sure my hair is held under the neck
of the robe and out of sight.

With a press of a series of keys, the doors of Scimitar open and then
press of another series of keys. A beep sounds and the sounds of unlocking
safety mechanisms are heard and I leave the ship and hiding in Scimitar's
cloaking field, I make my way to the head of the ship and I enter the cargo
drop panel. I move to the front of the panel and standing before a small
control panel, I type in a key code and another safety mechanism unlocks. I
move about the control panel and I raise the speeder bike from its transport
position and activating the power system of the speeder, I move it from the
cargo panel and toward the rear of Scimitar.

Glancing toward the ship, I raise my left hand and looking upon the
metallic bracelet upon my wrist, I press a certain series of buttons and
glance toward the rear of Scimitar and watch the ramp ascend up and in and
the doors slide close and seal. Then the cargo panel rises up and locks into
the underside of Scimitar's hull.

I take a deep breath. I can feel my father's Zabrakian blood course
through my body like fire, and the energies of the Darkside give me strength
and I use my fear to strengthen me ever more.

"Fear… fear attracts the fearful, the strong, the weak, the innocent, the
corrupt… fear… fear is my ally."

My father had said that once…I remember it even now, though I was but a
small baby, still within the protection and warmth of my mother's womb.

"* I will not fail you my father. *"

I straddle the curved seat of the speeder and taking the control handles
into my hands, I set off, passing through the edge of Scimitar's cloak and
out the open doors of the hanger.

I travel north, along the carefully plotted course through the under city
of Coruscant for some time. Finally I come to the end of my destination –
the point where my father use to enter the old Republic Senate house to
reach then Senator Palpatine's offices.

One night, my father had shown me all the routes he would traverse when in
the underbelly of Coruscant. He showed me how to enter various Government
buildings without notice, and taught me all the codes I would need to enter
many of the hidden entrances.

But this will be the first time I make use of the knowledge my father has
given me.

Carefully and with great stealth, I hide the speeder where my father had
shown me and I make my way toward the hidden entrance at the end of a dark
and foreboding passageway.

Though it is almost pitch black, I can see quite well, for I have
inherited my father's excellent eyesight – he is Zabrak and his kind are
known to have exceptional sight in the darkness.

Finally I come to an old doorway in the wall ahead of me, a still
functioning keypad upon the wall beside the doorway. Standing before the
door, I press the appropriate code upon the keypad and I wait for the code
to be accepted.

It takes only minutes and with a hiss, the door slowly slides open with a
creak of old age and long nonuse. It is dark beyond the doorway, but I can
just make out the light of another keypad beside another doorway that
appears to be that of a lift, at the end of another passageway.

I enter with caution, prepared for anything, and with all my senses set at
their highest possible, I move along the passageway until I come to the
lift. I carefully type in the code needed and the lift door slides open as a
soft beep sounds, before me.

I enter the lift and turning about, the lift door closes before me as I
catch sight of another keypad, and I enter another code and immediately, the
lift begins to rise.

The lift travels quickly, ten levels in less than a minute and my fear and
nervousness rises with each passing moment, but I use it and it makes me
stronger. And then the lift slows quietly to a stop and the door opens
slowly before me, and beyond I find a medium sized room with what appears to
be a table in the center of the room and chairs surrounding it and at one
end, the back toward me is a single large chair at what must be the head of
the table.

Slipping my hand into my robe as I cautiously enter the room, I take hold
of my weapon carefully and remove it from under the folds of my robe, and I
hold it at the ready, my thumb tracing about the switches which activates
it.

My mind races and heartbeat thuds in my ears and my breath comes in hard
gasps but are as silent as death.

I move toward the large chair before me, prepared to activate my weapon in
less time it takes to think. My steps are carefully chosen and as I grow
nearer to the chair, I hold my weapon up before me, prepared to strike –
only having to thumb the activation switch.

I suddenly charge forward but as I come to look upon the front of the
chair, I let out a hushed gasp then sigh of relief when I find the chair
perfectly unoccupied.

I lower my weapon to my side, holding it in a way as to slip into the long
sleeve of my robe to keep it hidden but perfectly accessible. I turn and
look for a doorway along one of the four walls and behind me, I find a
sealed double pair of doors. I move toward the doors, and coming to them, I
must have stepped on a pressure sensor for the doors open before me,
revealing another room, but much larger than the one I am in.

I sense no presence of anyone within the room just beyond. With no
apparent threat, I pass through the doors and into the larger room, finding
it to be a massive office of some kind and by the looks of the opulence of
the place, I'd say it belongs to someone high in power – but not the
Emperor. Yet, I can feel the touch of the Darkside about the place. Someone
of the Darkside resided here…must have been my father's master…Lord Darth
Sidious aka Ex-Senator Palpatine of Naboo, Supreme Chancellor of the
Republic and the now the Emperor.

The energies of the Darkside permeate everything about the place…and it
has not been long since Palpatine last occupied this office – no more than a
few days from what the Force tells me. I must look somewhere else then…but
where?

~ To be continued in Part V ~