Maleficent wasn’t quite sure how or what magic was used to spirit her away from her realm into this strange and angular one. Everything around her was cold as stone and made of strange metals that she, with even all her earthly magic could not grasp.
A woman sat before her in a chair. Grey and old as only humans can grow. “Where am I?” She asked, the demand for obedience on her tongue. She would see where this got her.
“You’re in my base on D’Qar. I’m General Organa, leader of the resistance. And you?”
“I’m Maleficent, my dear.”
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