Location: Kadavo – Zygerrian Royal Citadel, Throne Chamber
Date: 22 BBY – Siege of Kadavo, Hour Two
The court was deathly silent.
The smell of burning incense mingled with fear as the Queen Miraj leaned lazily from her black marble throne, her jeweled fingers tapping against the armrest with cruel anticipation.
In the center of the chamber, Maul lay on his side, still trembling slightly from the last electric shock. His breathing was slow, pained. His red and black skin was slick with sweat, new whip lashes crisscrossing his spine.
Beside him, Seris remained kneeling—graceful, emotionless, her silver eyes dulled like a statue's. Beautiful. Untouchable.
The Queen smiled wickedly.
> "Will you sing now, my little bird," she cooed, "or shall I educate my other pet further?"
She gestured lazily again.
The guards stepped forward, activating their shock batons.
Maul flinched as electricity crackled over his already wounded body. He grunted low and deep, teeth bared in pain.
Another crack of the whip.
Another jolt.
The court murmured with low pleasure—some sick thrill in watching broken warriors squirm.
The Queen waited patiently, expecting the breaking point.
And Seris… finally moved.
She shifted slightly, her hair falling over her shoulder like a silver waterfall.
Her voice cut through the chamber like a vibroblade.
> "Maul... I'm sorry.
Your acting is very good."
The court froze.
Miraj's smile faltered.
Maul, still lying prone, opened one eye—and smiled like a wolf.
> "Told you," he growled, pushing himself easily onto his knees, "their so-called torture is just... childish tickling."
With a flex of his arms, the shock collar exploded in a shower of sparks, snapping from his neck.
The guards stumbled back.
The Queen rose sharply from her throne, eyes narrowing. "What is this—?"
Maul rolled his neck with a series of loud cracks. His hands flexed into claws.
At the same time, Seris stood.
Effortlessly.
With a delicate twist of her wrists, the decorative shackles snapped like dry twigs, falling to the ground with a soft metallic clink.
Seris reached up, smoothing her white hair back into a tight military braid.
Her movements were serene—calm, precise—but in her silver eyes, the storm had arrived.
She turned to face the terrified court.
"All officers and Jadaii Paladins of the Eternal Alliance," she said coolly, "have undergone harsh training and gene therapy to enhance our natural strength, endurance, and resistance."
Her hands brushed down the front of her silken gown, smoothing nonexistent wrinkles. "You truly believed cheap collars and ceremonial whips would restrain us?"
The Queen's face paled.
Courtiers bolted for the doors—only to find them sealed tight.
Maul laughed—a dark, terrible sound. "You caged lions, Queen," he said.
"Now we feast."
Maul moved first—fast as a plasma bolt.
One guard raised a blaster. Maul ripped it from his grip with the Force, crushed it midair, and then slammed the man into the wall hard enough to crack bone.
Another guard tried to flank him—only to find Maul's hand closing around his throat.
With a casual twist, Maul flung him across the room into a cluster of nobles, sending them sprawling.
Seris advanced with terrifying calmness.
Two guards rushed her with stun pikes.
She slipped through them like water, her bare feet gliding over the polished stone floor. With sharp strikes—pressure points, nerve collapses, disarmament throws—she disabled both men without breaking stride.
The Queen screamed, drawing a gilded blaster from her throne.
She aimed at Seris.
Seris's hand flicked up—and the blaster was ripped from the Queen's hand by the Force.
The Queen stumbled back, horror dawning on her face.
Seris smiled then.
.
Maul tore through the remaining guards like a force of nature.
He ripped weapons from their hands.
He crushed helmets with his bare fists.
He threw armored bodies into pillars, into furniture, into each other—until the royal chamber was a shattered ruin of groaning, broken bodies.
Every movement was efficient. Brutal. Controlled.
Every Zygerrian warrior who thought themselves invincible crumbled before him.
Seris Confronts the Queen
Seris reached as the Queen backed up against the throne, wide-eyed, shaking.
"You—" the Queen gasped. "You can't! You're Jedi!"
Seris tilted her head slightly, silver eyes gleaming like polished steel.
> " No I'm a Jadaii and saving the galaxy from monsters like you is what we do."
She struck the Queen once across the face again and again—not hard enough to kill. Just enough to send her sprawling across the throne steps.
The Queen tried to crawl away.
Seris grabbed her by the hair, yanking her up.
> "You're going to live," she whispered coldly.
"You're going to stand trial and answer for everyone you enslaved or killed you and your nobles ."
The Queen sobbed, trembling.
Maul landed beside Seris, wiping blood from his hands.
> "Alive?" he asked, almost disappointed.
Seris smiled faintly.
> "Just enough to talk."
Maul grunted. "You're the merciful one today."
The Signal is Sent
Seris activated a slim transmitter on her belt.
Across all Eternal Alliance channels, a simple phrase echoed:
> "The Throne has Fallen. All Units—Commence Full Breach."
Aboard the Dawnfire, Cain stood at the central command holo.
He smiled grimly as the signal pinged across the network.
He turned toward Obi-Wan, Bo-Katan, John, and the others standing ready in full armor.
> "The gate is open."
Bo-Katan slammed her helmet into place.
Obi-Wan drew his saber.
John locked and loaded his rifle.
Cain raised his hand—and pointed toward Kadavo's burning horizon.
> "Bring the walls down."