𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒𝒹𝑜𝓂 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹, 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉.
Joseta Pro'oz, a pilot/medic with a sunny disposition is thrown into a war bigger than she ever imagined. As she fights alongside Ca...
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The shuttle ride to Concordia was quick since Maul sped over like a bat-dog out of a black hole. Korkie sat beside her in the hull of the ship, his hand grazing against hers. He was making sure she was okay every few moments and she would wordlessly nod. What else could she do? Break down and cry?
Wynn gripped onto Korkie's hand as the walls shuddered. The shuttle must be landing. "It'll be okay," Korkie whispered beside her. "I'll find a way out of this."
She nodded, gulping back the anxiety that rose to her throat. She was going to throw up. She was on a ship with one of her clone donors and a crazy sith lord. This was not how she imagined her trip to Mandalore going.
The door to the cockpit of the ship slid open. Marssa Kenobi and Maul entered the hull, making their way over to Korkie and Wynn. Maul stopped before them, crossing his arms over his chest. "What are you waiting for, get up."
Wynn clenched her jaw, her face contorting into a snarl. She got up and spit at his feet. That only made Maul laugh.
Marssa placed a hand on his arm, sending him a look. "Maul, be nice."
"What do you mean? I have been nice," Maul muttered.
"Kidnapping is nice?" Korkie asked, voice rising in pitch.
Maul's eyes narrowed as a sick grin crossed his features. "Well, I didn't kill you, so I would say it is nice."
Wynn met Korkie's gaze, trying to tell him to just play along. She'd get them out of this somehow.
The four of them exited the ship and Wynn observed their surroundings. The ship had landed on a cliff of some sort. They were by some rocky mountain peaks, crevices and canyons around them. Fog hung in the air as an ominous warning. Wynn wasn't sure how she could find an escape route when she couldn't see very far ahead.
Their captors led them to a hole in a stone wall, which turned out to be a door. Wynn bit her lip before speeding up to walk beside Maul, her cuffs jangling against her wrists. "You're going to kill us aren't you,"
"What makes you say that?"
"You're letting us see your faces and lair," Wynn said, side-eyeing the code he entered on the door. K3N081. Creative. "Unless you are confident that we won't snitch."
Maul only smiled, his teeth glowing underneath the moon. "I have much confidence but it is not in what you think."
Wynn and Korkie followed them into the lair. It was musty, dusty, and dark. Lights flickered, casting twisted shadows across the floor. After walking down the hall, Maul brought them into communications room of sorts.
He placed his hands on his hips, turning to them. "We have much to discuss."
"Let me guess, you want me to join you?" Wynn asked, sticking her hip out sassily as she scanned their captors for weapons. "Be a part of some twisted family?" Maul had a lightsaber on his belt.
