An Imminent Fate
Qi’ra looked up and saw a shaft of red light pouring from a hole in the ceiling. She had fallen ten feet into a dark cave whose walls were lined with the brambled tree’s roots that snaked toward the surface. In the darkness, she could hear the distinct squeak of bats. Her heart hammered in response.
There was the hum of a lightsaber as Maul appeared at the edge of the hole, his form a shadow against the maroon backdrop of the nighttime sky. And then he jumped into the cave before her, his blood-red lightsaber bathing the darkness in a haunting glow. Continue reading QI’RA: Chapter Forty-Nine
Qi’ra piloted her stealthy craft, Night Shade, toward Dathomir with only one mission in mind; killing Maul. He, like Dryden Vos, thought he controlled her. That she would bend to his every will if he so much as blinked. Well, Dryden had been wrong and look what happened to him. Maul was next in line to meet her wrath.
Dipping beneath the hemisphere of the planet it almost seemed like yesterday when she came here the first time aboard First Light. At the time, she had been seized with fear and unsureness. Now, her bones quaked with anger and ferocity. Continue reading QI’RA: Chapter Forty-Eight
A Tremor in the Force
Maul was standing on the edge of a cliff. His form was hunched as his leg bled profusely. In his right hand, he clutched his double-bladed lightsaber tightly, awaiting his opponent’s next attack. His breaths were ragged as he saw her approaching; a woman cloaked in darkness with a strange sword in her hand coated with his own blood.
This woman emanated anger. It floated around her in a red mist, enveloping her in its embrace. Continue reading QI’RA: Chapter Forty-Seven
Lord Maul’s Message
When Qi’ra emerged from the room upstairs nearly a full minute after the Imperial officer and his Imperial squad had left the party, Nienye knew something was going on.
As he approached her she smiled at him, a gleam in her eye. He smiled warily in return.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“Pack your things. We’re leaving for Coruscant.”
Continue reading QI’RA: Chapter Twenty-Six
Qi’ra walked through the silent crowd, approaching the Imperial officers with her heart pounding. She hadn’t been around the agents of the Empire very often but whenever she was in their presence there was a coldness to them that was always disconcerting.
The way they looked at you, with their frosty gazes, it was almost as if they could see into your very soul, rooting out whatever proof they needed to throw you into one of their high-security Imperial prisons.
One of the Imperial officers, a stout man not much taller than herself with blond hair perfectly trimmed as he took off his hat, approached her in turn, a warm smile on his face.
With his hand outstretched he said, “You must be Qi’ra.” Continue reading QI’RA: Chapter Twenty-Five
Qi’ra stood in a long corridor aboard her ship, Night Shade, her hands clasped behind her back. She was now clad in a simple black tunic with matching pants and boots, her gleaming jewelry adding a bit of flair to her outfit. In the room behind her, T-38 was being tended to, and in front of her sat a window displaying the blue streaks of hyperspace.
They were heading back to Polaris, their retrieved cargo of coaxium stowed away in the ship’s belly. That was the good news. The bad news; many of her female-guard personnel had perished in the endeavor and T-38 had almost been yet another number to the casualties. Qi’ra wanted to pretend that she didn’t care, that it was a price worth paying knowing that the mission had indeed been successful, but Qi’ra knew the truth. Her recklessness nearly caused all of their lives and she knew, deep down, this would be the outcome. She had simply chosen Crimson Dawn, and in essence, Maul, over the people who served her every day. Continue reading QI’RA: Chapter Twenty-Three