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Darth Maul was having a good day.
He got to scare a couple of Tatooine locals, attacked a Jedi, and he even got a blue milk!
Nothing could have ruined his day. Absolutely nothing.
It was surprisingly easy to sneak through the halls of the Naboo Palace, sometimes he would even just walk out in the open, just for fun to see if anybody would spot him, and they didn’t. They needed way better security.
The Jedi he attacked on the desert planet was here, and what was probably his whelp student. No matter, he was invincible. No man alive could stop him!
He ignited his sabers one at a time because that was always impressive. Whenever Sidious let him out in the open, people always gazed upon them, probably because they were so rad.
The padawan had turned to his Master and spoke.
“We'll tak' him th'gither.”
Maul almost dropped his blade. That definitely didn’t sound like Basic...but it was probably nothing... He was just a student after all, the Master is the one to worry about, and he seemed perfectly norma—
“‘s dare any other way me y’ung padawan?”
Maul completely dropped the long lightsaber.
You see, when Maul was a child, he grew up on Dathomir, under the watch of Mother Talzin. Maul was a very disobedient child and what could the Mother of magic do to punish the child but use magic? She had spoken in ancient tongues long forgotten, casting upon him the cruelest of tortures until she had forsaken him on Sidious. How could these two Jedi have learned from the Mother? What other secrets were they hiding?
He surrendered immediately to the two Jedi’s surprise.
On the way back to Coruscant, Maul lay curled up on his bunk as the chatter of the Jedi washed over him. They continued to speak in wretched tongues, most likely to force him to comply with their wishes.
“An' waaat 'appened next?”
“'n' that's whin Bant said, "no, Master Windu, we didnae see wha stained yer robes wi' paint balloons. We wur sittin` quietly oan th' grass."
He curled up even tighter as the Jedi’s booming laughter echoed in the ship.
They lead him through their precious temple, probably taking him to their leader. Maybe he could make his claim to their leader, allow them to see how good he was inside.
There were twelve of them sitting in chairs around the room, but it was clear who led them.
The green troll seemed to stare through his yellow eyes and into his soul.
“Something to say have you?”
Maul collapsed on the floor in tears.
“Sith hells, not you too!”