“A surprise, to be sure, but a welcome one.”
Sheev Palpatine, the Senator of Naboo and the Phantom Menace.
-Literate
-Crack/Serious
-Mun and Muse are 18+
-Non-Lewd
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[ The Phantom Menace Anniversary Event ]
“If not for your appearance, your rich accent speaks of your origin” and they weren’t really unknown for bringing forth force sensitives.
“Though my interest is drawn by something far… different” though not a complete master of the force, maul was far from+
“Yes, I had surmised that is who you are. I have heard the stories.” A small nod of her hooded head. “Yes, Mirialan, that is correct.” She wasn’t too surprised that he would know that.
A stranger to it. A whilst this lady was very much part of this Jedi order, there was something… deeper that itched his own connection to the dark side. So he focused his presence, reaching out to hers, not trying to overpower more like poking it gently. “You’re far+
…
Time heals wounds.
At least, that’s what they would like you to believe.
But each passing day would never replace the brother that he only had for a brief time.
A brother he had cared for and showed him that he was more than just the simple assassin puppet of+
Darth sidious, but that he was a man.
Someone that could care, that could have emotions.
But the man that made him into the monster he was took that which made him a man away.
And now the wound that was left, would never heal.
Driving him only deeper into darkness. +
As he was not a man without manners, he bowed in return. “Darth maul, though I doubt you did not know that.” He nodded “madam offee, a Mirialan, if I’m not mistaken?”
A small pause as her eyes met his before she did something unexpected and gave a tiny curtsy, lifting her long skirt and briefly bowing her head. It was a formal greeting drilled into her since childhood. “Padawan learner Barriss Offee.” Her richly accented voice replied.
It is true that maul often held the image of being a ruthless monster but he was much more than that.
His eyes met hers, a slight understanding in his vision which- was not common.
“What do you call yourself, Jedi.”
Her dark lips flattened and she looked serious for a moment as she stood to face him. Her tattooed hands folded in front of herself and she stared up at him. “And what words would you like to be had ? You seem. . . Rather free with the compliments, if one could call them that.”