#sw:autonomous

Chapter 15 Posted

Chapter Title: Eclipse

Word Count: 7,325

Rating: M

Warnings: Violence, Body Horror, Horror

Genre: Action/Romance/Sci-Fi – Canon Compliant AU where Maul still has the Shadow Collective with him after the events of Order 66, including Rook. Recreated Dryden Vos and Qi'ra’s story, and Crimson Dawn was referred to as Crimson Veil in previous parts.

Pairing: Móni x Maul

Summary: Móni falls victim to her greatest enemy — herself — and Maul makes a shocking discovery in the caves of a fallen Clan Mother.

Chapter Excerpt

Keep it together.

Móni was surrounded by beskar and tired smiles. They patted her shoulders and back, and some even went as far as to give her bone-crushing embraces. Their joy sparked the Force with their laughter, creating an atmosphere so clear that one could almost forget Dathomir’s pressing humidity.

But it was Rook who solidified any doubts Móni had of her place among the Shadow Collective. Maul’s pragmatic commander removed her helmet and was met with stark eyes smoked with eye black.

She remained unreadable until she extended an arm out for Móni to take hold of.

With a few guttural moans from having to lift her arm, Móni refused to be held back by a little pain when the woman she respected most was finally giving her a peace offering.

They clasped arms, and Rook’s façade broke into a welcoming smile.

“Welcome back, my lady.”

“Oh. No. Wait.”

The Mandalorians cheered over Móni’s protests and shook her in their excitement.

Her mouth began to salivate, and there was an unnatural amount of perspiration building on her forehead.

Keep it together.

“Well, as your lady, I got my first orders for you guys.” Móni pointed behind her with her chin. “Found some Zygerrians trying to escape and are ready for pick-up.”

Rook confirmed her orders with a nod and picked a few men to follow her to the Zyggerian’s freighter.

Maul was off to the side, giving his own instructions to a few Nightbrothers and Nightsisters and calling Thia over.

As he spoke, he caught Móni’s gaze, and his amber eyes lit up at the sight of her.

Móni reciprocated the emotion but quickly turned away from the insistent throbbing in her skull and her lips turning sticky.

Keep it together.

The buoyant chattering morphed into needles prodding her brain, and her body was fighting the planet’s hot temperature with a surge of chills reaching the tips of her fingers and the top of her head.

She started her breathing exercises at the first signs of bile pooling in the pit of her stomach, but her breaths were cut short when her growing annoyance started to get in the way.

The Dark Side was making its way to her. Grasping at the small spark of need she had been ignoring since Atollon and pulling it forward. Taunting her and enhancing her desire to slip into oblivion. Imagining the subtle heat of spice on her tongue and its smoke hazing out her identity—making her nothing.

Chapter 14 Posted

Chapter Title: Stellar Collision

Word Count: 8,090

Rating: M

Warnings: Violence, Slight Horror Elements

Genre: Action/Romance/Sci-Fi – Canon Compliant AU where Maul still has the Shadow Collective with him after the events of Order 66, including Rook. Recreated Dryden Vos and Qi'ra’s story, and Crimson Dawn was referred to as Crimson Veil in previous parts.

Pairing: Móni x Maul

Summary: When two stars collide, they can sometimes merge into a single, brighter star.

Chapter Excerpt

Maul held her wrist and splayed her fingers across his right cheek, where he nuzzled into her palm.

“I have dreamt of this moment for so long, a part of me still believes this to be a dream. Each day was a fog without you near. Without your warmth, laughter, and smiles, everything became almost meaningless.”

He drowned himself in the sunset that glistened like crystals and poured his soul into her.

“My fate. My destiny. My life. It is all yours. Whatever challenges lie ahead for us, I promise you, we will never face them alone again.”

The brilliance of her smile spread across her features, displaying all whites and that slight crookedness.

“You had my heart the moment you kept me from flying away into space. Don’t ever let me go, alright, handsome?”

Here’s a list of some characteristics of how I’ve written Maul so far in my fic. Starting from how he was introduced and up to what’s going on recently. Also important to note my OC’s personality, which a lot of how he acts is in reflection to who Móni is. She’s an extrovert, loud, laughs a lot, and doesn’t take things seriously. She is a test to the man’s patience lol.

P.S. This fic is 10 years old so some characterizations may seem a bit outdated, especially of what we’ve currently seen in Maul: Shadow Lord.

When S/O meets Maul for the first time:

Maul doesn’t like sharing his personal life or past and avoids any mentions of it

As a mentor, he’s super strict about a training schedule and hates it when you’re late, which is usually met with consequences if you are

When training finishes, that’s pretty much the last you’ll see or hear of him until the next day

He’s suspicious of your loyalty to him and would need to prove it to him otherwise, or he’s constantly testing you for it

When you play aloof, zone out in the middle of a lesson, or backtalk him, his temper goes on a whole other level

He gets especially annoyed when he tries to be cunning by manipulating you into getting what he wants and you straight up confront him about his motives

In the beginning, he would solve his frustrations through violence to tame you, unfortunately for him you can take him on and he eventually ceased altogether. Maul did find other ways to gain some control by threatening to extend training or meditation sessions

Any acts of kindness he may perform towards you is met with immediate denial if you make any mention of it to him

When he does put down his barriers, Maul gets flustered and confused as to why he was speaking to you about things he’s never spoken to anyone else about. In the process, he begins to discover things about himself

When S/O and Maul are more or less friends:

Not the Sith or crime lord or master. Just Maul. I want to know who he is.

Here is to three years since posting Star Wars: Autonomous! It’s been a journey and I couldn’t have done it without the support of my lovely readers. You are all amazing and I appreciate each and every one of you.

And if you haven’t already, check out @bonesaldente’s art of Móni!

Unconcerned by their immediate circumstances, Maul glanced at the woman. Alone with an injured apprentice on a planet undergoing an Imperial occupation he shouldn’t have been so calm. It had been some time since his resolve was tested so. Not since the siege of Mandalore.

He wondered how things would have turned out if she was with him then.

But what mattered was now and he had never been so gratified by the prospect of having her at his side. The capacity of her abilities was endless and deep in his core he understood what he witnessed in the skies was the birth of everything she could accomplish. A glimpse of what she would become.

And he would not have her.

Never.

“So, we did it,” there was a dry laugh behind the helmet, and he imagined the well-placed smirk that was surely underneath.  

“Yes.” Her feet dragged, and Maul was practically pulling her along, “You were magnificent.”

“Charmer,” her body leaned against his arm. “You always know how to make me blush,” she said in the faintest whisper then her body fell, but he caught her before she sunk to the ground.

He crouched to adjust her body behind him and lifted her onto his back and her legs hooked over arms. The helmet was a discomfort on his shoulder, but it was nothing compared to her own.

Her heat warmed his back. A reminder she was alive. With him. Still his.

His possession.

😏😏😏

Things are about to get real.

Chapter: 31/?

Word Count: 8383

Warnings: Mild Violence

Genre: Action/Romance/Sci-Fi -- AU where Maul has the Shadow Collective with him after the events of Order 66, including Gar and Rook. Also, recreated Dryden Vos’ story.

Pairing: OC (female) x Maul

Rating: T

Summary: Móni and Maul take a step forward in their relationship.

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Poor, poor, Durmónia. Cannot escape her fate.

Knelt by the cot with her hand grasping Maul’s, Móni raised her head when early light hit her eyes. She hoped for any sign of his awakening, but he was the same he has always been in the past few rotations. Generous and kind the gigorans were, she needed to leave and never look back at the village again. There was still a connection tethered between her and the Elder, and the old female felt it too. But she won’t take it. She won’t follow. Móni knew where she was meant to be and that was where she would remain.

Pi’ala scrutinized the smaller human before her when they were finishing their break fast. She certainly found it odd how slow she was eating when she usually ate faster than a full grown gigoran male. And always the one to start conversation, that day she was reserved with her head hung the entirety of the meal.

She gathered their plates, “Some of the children in the village have a question for you.”

Móni blinked away her distress and tilted her head, “Children? For me?”

“Mhm,” Pi’ala shirked at the thought of asking. It was rather embarrassing given she knew little about human culture and what remarks did or did not offend them. “You see…”

Orange glinted with delight and a rather obtuse smirk leisurely made its way across Móni’s features, which only deepened the shame.

“Yes, Miss Pi’ala? What would the children like to know?” Her tone mocked.

Pi’ala sputtered, “It is the children! They’ve been pestering me since they first laid eyes on you.”

Móni raised her eyebrows, not believing her, but let it go all the same, “Then tell me.”

“They are curious about your,” she paused, unsure what the right terminology was, “fur?”

“Fur?” she smoothed the loose coils that sprung every which way. “You mean my hair?”

“That’s what you humans call it! Yes, your hair.”

“What about it?”

“Well, they’ve never seen anything like it. They want to decorate it the same way we decorate our young. If it’s not any offense to you or your culture.”

Her lips hung a bit in surprise but then immediately stretched into a grin that lit the room, “Let’s do it!”