XXVIII - ORDER 66

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"He's too dangerous to be left alive!"
"He must live!"
"P-please don't!"
"NO!"
"UNLIMITED POWER!"
"What have I done?"

The voices rang out in their hands, undeniably recognizable to all of them.

"Master Windu." Nathan muttered, clutching his head, extremely dazed by the shift in the Force.
"Master." Maul groaned.
"Anakin." Ahsoka cried, staggering to her feet. She reignited her sabers and charged at Maul, reverse grip at the ready.

Maul took his chance. He summoned the Force to levitate the Togruta into the air, by her throat. Nathan heard her cry out for help, and got to his feet slowly, saber in hand. This was Count Dooku all over again. Except, Maul expected it.

Maul launched Ahsoka across the room, knocking her out cold with a sickening thud. The Force was so inbalanced she wasn't able to remain conscious.

Nathan, still dazed by the vision, got up clumsily, clutching his head. He felt similar to when his master died, only worse this time. Maul smirked, staring down the drained Jedi. He approached Nathan, and raised his blade to strike, and Nathan parried it, but Maul spun and caught his jaw with the hilt of his blade, knocking him out cold. He fell backwards, stumbling, then hitting his head on the wall behind him.

Maul wasted no time. He picked up the Jedi and carried him out of the pipage leaving Ahsoka within, knocked out. He summoned his ship.

"Load the boy onto the ship." Maul snarled at one of his guards. "And pull all forces out of Mandalore. I have what I need."
"Sir?" The guard questioned.
"Do it." Maul snapped. The guard carried Nathan's limp body onto the ship, nearly dropping him as he went.

Once loaded, the ship left Mandalore immediately, taking off into the atmosphere. He used his communications to contact the crime syndicates.

"I bring good news." Maul said, with that sinister tone. He turned to face Nathan, still unconscious and bound in chains.

"The Jedi is ours."

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