Darth Maul Retribution

AN: Hey guys, I'm back. I know, I know. I haven't updated in months. Sorry, I've had an awful case of Writer's block which I think is still there, so I have decided to start writing one shots to possibly help me get some new ideas for my other stories. Yes, that does mean that both Light speed, and Percy Jackson, general of darkness and Night are on hiatus. However, hopefully they will turn out good when they are finished. I am just as big a star wars fan as a Percy Jackson fan, and Light speed took inspiration from Star wars, so I hope you will all enjoy this Darth Maul story. If I get better again, I do have a story in the works called The Force and the Olympians, which is a Star wars and Percy Jackson crossover. Hopefully I can eventually publish it. Now let's start the story!

Darth Maul- Retribution

Darth Maul moved swiftly through the dense undergrowth of the forest, his feet padding silently, and a deep brown cloak pulled tightly over his head, concealing his tattooed, red face. Sighing, he reached out with the force, allowing it to consume him as his anger fed it's reach. Then he felt it, the unmistakeable presence of an Imperial Stormtrooper, his weak mind practically opening itself up to him, and telling Darth Maul exactly where in this forest the secret Imperial lab was created. With this information, he increased his pace, starting off in the direction of the base.

Twenty minutes later, he was approaching a clearing, and could clearly make out the two story, grey durasteel box that rose out of the ground. There was a landing pad outside, with two Imperial shuttles, around ten scout speeder bikes and tow turrets, each manned by a fully armoured Stormtrooper. There were also four more Storm troopers marching about the pad robotically. Maul reached inside his cloak, grasping the hilt of his Dual bladed lightsaber as he crouched low, shedding his cloak and revealing his Mechno legs, wrist cuffs and the numerous sith tattoos that covered his torso. He knew he would eventually be killed. He knew that eventually Vader or one of his Inquisitors would hunt him down and end his life, but he also knew that he had to avenge his brother, his apprentice, his friend and his savior. He had to avenge Savage Opress. So with that one thought, he breathed in deeply, opening himself up to the force, before jumping, using the mystic energy to propel himself high into the air.

Maul twisted, turned twirled in mid air, dodging the blaster bolts that filled the shimmering, bright sky as soon as the Imperial soldiers had seen him. As he finally felt the wind ripping through his horns, whipping his chest and arms brilliantly and powerfully, he ignited his saber, bringing the left down in an arching, downward swipe and chopping the first turret in two. Simultaneously however, his right blade struck with a deadly blaster bolt from the second turret, which was reflected back at it's firer, blowing the turret and the operator to smithereens. Effortlessly, Maul thrust his hand forward, feeling the force being pushed into the first turret's operator and carrying him across the landing pad and smashing him against the durasteel wall of the base, snapping every bone in his body with a sickly, audible crack! Gathering the force, the sith surged forward in a run, spinning his crimson blades wildly. One of the Stormtrooper guards fell immediately, as several of the energy bolts fired from his heavy, grey rifle glanced of Maul's blade and crashed into his armour. A second was not so lucky. The white clad soldier held his ground to the last second, firing rounds from his blaster. When he finally dropped the weapon, turning in a desperate attempt to run it was too late. Hiss, Crackle and Snap! Were the sounds that filled the air as the cowardly guard was bisected instantly. Finally, the Zabrak leapt into the air, the third Stormtrooper gasping in pain as he was stabbed in the chest. Maul swung his foot out with lightning speed, and slamming the fourth Stormtrooper into the wall, fatally cracking his skull. Too slow, Darth Maul thought to himself. This was five seconds, your best was three. He then reached out with his hand, opening himself fully to the Dark side, feeding it his anger, his hatred and his suffering. Maul let the force flow through him, penetrate his mind, his most inner thoughts. It burned like a fire, roaring inside him, filling him with power, strength and energy. The Dark side engulfed his emotions, relieved him of them and left him with passion. With passion he gained strength, through strength he gained power, and through power he gained victory. Through victory his chains were broken. Finally, the durasteel door to the lab began to buckle, creaking and groaning under the overwhelming strength of the force. The force rushed through Maul faster, filling him with strength. He thought more about that pathetic, foolish arrogant whelp he had once called Master. He thought of how Sidious had toyed with him, had held them off easily. Finally, the remembered Savage's death, he remembered how Sidious had cackled, how he watched the light leave his brother's eyes, and how the Night sister's green smoke had poured from his chest, and how Savage had told him he was not truly force sensitive. Finally, he recalled how Sidious had rubbed the rule of two in his face.