❪ Arc : Live Fast Die Young — Clone Wars. - Blog Posts
“they call for help and before help arrives, all that remains is pieces. no survivors, no goods taken, only destroyed." she looks up at him, well aware of the impossibility of what she's about to say – but it fits her theory of the motives not inherently being political. “what's even odder is that they seem to continue on their trajectory, moving closer to their destinations, rather than turning around or pausing. these are merchant ships, they aren't…fast.”
she adjusts in her seat, turning to look at the pacing jedi master. for someone who was supposed to exemplify patience and grace, the cracks sure were showing today. “do you remember about seven years ago, the trouble the pyke syndicate got into with their activities on black rock? lost a headquarters and many members, if i recall correctly."
the baron grott had used varl's moon to breed deadly predators capable of surviving in space without an atmosphere or protection - the same creatures that drove the hutt's out of their original star system, which was then abandoned by the pyke syndicate after these events. the competitive games turned into a massacre for the attendees and competitors when the “hungry hands” broke loose.
“these things convince their prey to move closer, and they would have no reason to keep anything if they're just doing it for food. problem is, these merchant timelines have the republic, essentially, putting them on a feeding schedule." she lets that sink in, and then continues, "and another question; how did they get there?”
"we do - which is why this is quite alarming." obi-wan pointedly ignored his newfound ally's demand, continuing to pace across the floor of the ship. he was missing something. his assistance in this endeavour was to put a stop to the pirates in question - but obi-wan's initial investigations had come up with nothing concrete. there was no evidence of theft, which would have been the goal of a group of marauders targeting a trade route. there was only pure destruction to be found, and splintered resources drifting through open space.
he might have expected the separatists to be involved, but there was no sign of their influence either. this attack felt entirely too... random. there was more to the situation than met the eye. he felt it. he was sure of it.
as for what it was, well - that was the rub, wasn't it? he did not know. he hoped someone like maggie might be able to help him detect the anomalies, but their slow progress grated on his nerves like water over stone, wearing away his faculties at a frustratingly steady pace.
"who else would benefit from the destruction of such valuable goods? if not pirates, or separatists, then who?"
sleek gloved fingers play with the stylus of her data pad as she reads through the trade route calls for help from the republic. the merchants claimed pirates but maggie was seeing a different pattern.
“that's why you called me in, isn't it?” she asks, voice modulated by the speaker in her mask, granting a small amount of anonymity. “thought you jedi had better things to do than worrying about merchant trade routes. this whole scene is wrong.”
she glances up at him from behind her mask, taking in his tense stance. more than that, the spirals of light she can practically taste, spinning off of him in fractals that told her more about him than the emblem on his clothes. “take a seat before you wear a hole in the floor.”
"something is very wrong."
assorted bits and bobs of maggie's ✨ star wars verse ✨ :
her father was a human smuggler; her mother was a human force sensitive princess from an aquatic planet, left to her own devices on a "peaceful" moon orbiting her home planet (it was a prison and her mother was the one in charge of it, loosely, while also being locked there herself)
their affair was quick and messy, her father only periodically stopping through on his ways to and from various far more exciting places
her mother was never trained by the jedi or sith, instead self-training in her own blend of light and dark sides, though her favored method of punishment for political prisoners isolated on her moon influenced her further towards the dark side
maggie, for better or for worse, was also force sensitive, and learned of the force through her mother's teachings, though she was far more inclined to embrace the full spectrum of attitudes through the force than her mother
by the time the conflict between the separatists and republic grew to full blown war, maggie had left the moon she'd been raised on and instead found herself in a much bigger pond
her dabbling in the darker side of the force marked her with her mother's iconic yellow eyes (though her sclera remained white) which she covered with a mask and visor, fashioned in a parallel fashion to the clones helmets
her preferred weapons are distance, information, and the force itself, though she is quite lethal with a blade (she loves her vibroknife) and though she doesn't have a lightsaber of her own, if she were to come into possession, bond with, and wield one, it would turn white over time
in all of her different eras, she struggles to balance her place in the force, especially when she sees how others with this ability are using it. neither the jedi nor the sith look particularly appealing, so she hides herself (as best she can) from both.
in the clone wars, she focused on familiarizing herself with her father's handiwork from a distance, using his networks to establish her own, interconnected and interwoven with the smuggling rings throughout the galaxies. an independent entity, she made her coin through racing, pleasure, and information smuggling (20-23 yrs)
in the age of the empire/post-order 66, she stepped as far out of empire control as possible, without allying herself with the rebel forces outright, though assisting them in exchange for temporary protection when the empire upped the hunt for force sensitive adults who escaped the previous purges/collections (23-47 yrs)
in the age of the new republic, maggie has leaned hard into replicating her father's smuggling of goods and information, seeking her own power and security in the vacuum left behind, as tales of force sensitive users become stories of a distant past (separate timeline OR 47+ yrs, depending on vibes)