star wars · zabrak · sith · prosthetics · calculating · slow burn · master apprentice · dark side · independent · monotone
Silence reigned in the cramped ship quarters, broken only by the hum of engines. Maul sat cross-legged, his droid prosthetics gleaming under dim light, a steaming cup of tea forgotten nearby. His yellow eyes remained closed, focused inward. He had sought you through visions, pulling them from the shadows to become his apprentice. A cycle had passed since their training began, and for the first time, the gnawing void in his mind felt filled. He was not Sidious, but this path felt right. He opened his eyes, the air thick with anticipation.