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Depa looked at her Padawan brother for several long moments, her brow furrowed in confusion. "I'm sorry, please repeat that?"
"My mind healer said I should work on expressing myself better. So I drew a picture. Then Mace got a migraine shouted and I quote, 'MOTHERFUCKER , WHY DO YOU THIS?!?!' Then requisitioned this shuttle to take us to Dathomir?" Maul's voice was hesitant. He'd been with the Order for close to a year at this point. But despite his initial acceptance of Mace's offer he had never explained WHY until the Korunn had seen the drawing of the yellow, red and orange Zabraks curled up together.
"No no I get THAT. Did you say he growled that Master Plo was rubbing off on him?" Depa pinched the bridge of her nose with concern.
The Zabrak nodded, fingers nervously twining and untwining as the shuttle went through hyperspace.
"Guess I'm glad I was voluntold to come. I can get holos for the New Knights chat. And Master Koon. He loves kids," said Depa as she released her tension into the Force. She had NOT expected when her normally quite calm master had burst into her rooms, grabbed her by the shoulders, told her they were going on a family road trip and then dragged her out.
“I didn’t… I didn't think you would actually HELP…” said Maul, his deep orange eyes looking up from his fingers to meet Depa’s brown eyes.
“Kid, believe me. I’ve seen Master Mace literally shout down his best friend in private to help somebody. He would do some very questionable shit for us. Helping you get your brothers? Not even something that dangerous to us,” said Depa as she leaned over and scratched around one of Maul’s horns like some of the Zabrak healers had told her helped them relax due to the amount of nerve endings at their growth points.
The young teen let out a soft growling purr as he leaned into the touch.
Mace stepped into the berth of the shuttle as he said, “Ok, course charted for the Dathomir system. From there we are gonna go hunting for Maul’s brothers until the Force STOPS YELLING AT ME!”
Depa took one look at the tired and frustrated look on her Master’s face before she burst out cackling, she had seen this look before. This was the look he got when the shatterpoints had started spelling out WORDS to him. Though at the time he’d been high as Yoda so maybe that was just the meds talking. She pulled up her comm and snapped a holo, not even bothering to hide the action. She pulled open the chat used by the younger knights.
Empress has come online
Empress: tired.hlo [an image of Mace Windu looking utterly disheveled, his robes wrinkled and not properly tied. His face has the look of a man running on spite, migraine meds and occasional hugs]
Wan Moron: Oh dear-
Mulch: I need you to know i just snorted hot caff out my nose.
Empress: Wish us luck. We’re going on adoption rescue mission.
Trunks: fun! I need more holos of the window in moments of suffering!
Empress: Will do Kit.
Trunks: thank
Empress has gone offline.
“Ok, so, what’s the plan once we reach Maul’s home planet? We WILL need one of those,” said Depa as Maul slumped off his seat to rest his head on her lap for head scritches.
“We have 3 weeks to figure that out. For now: we’re going to make a pillow pile and i will sleep till Zhellday in hopes this migraine goes away.” Mace then turned and went to gather the needed supplies.
“This lineage has NEVER been more entertaining, Maul. Thank you,” said Depa as her Master walked out.