BANG!
The newly installed metal door with automatic locking and intruder deterrent crashed into the wall and then fell to the floor, loosened from its hinges – revealing Sidious in full senatorial garb executing a perfect pose number 48 in the doorway, his hands resting on his hips and his head thrown back in order to show off his 'manly' physique. The satisfied look on his face vanished when he realized that it was completely lost on his inattentive, horny and oh-so—attractive apprentice, who had his eyes glued to the holoscreen. Across it bounded the lithe figure of Darth Lara Croft shooting down gungans, which were running wildly through the halls of Theed Palace.
"What is your bidding my master?" issued from Maul without looking up from the screen or pausing in his rampage of screaming gungans.
Sidious' fingertips started fizzing with force lightning as a purring My Apprentice sauntered up to greet him – rubbing herself against his legs, making sure that the hem of his robe was completely covered with a thick coating of white downy fur.
"AAAAHHHH!" a howl of rage issued from Maul as a purple spark flew from Sidious' fingers and into the screen. At the same time he threw himself backwards to avoid the shards of glass which neatly embedded themselves into the sofa - giving a whole new meaning to the phrase 'distressed furniture'.
Throwing a glare full of hatred at Sidious, "What is your bidding my master?" he asked again resentfully.
"I want you…" Sidious purred maliciously and paused with a leer on his face as he waited for the words to sink in and was rewarded with a shudder of repulsion from Maul. "to come with me to Naboo on my annual tour to keep the pathetic voters happy. That pain-in-the-ass teenage diplomat Amidala is making me look bad with all her ridiculous statements of an 'ideal Naboo as a sanctuary for all life'."
Oh no. thought Maul. "You don't mean?"
"Incidentally, considering where your mind was uselessly occupied" Sidious sneered at the smouldering wreckage of Maul's beloved video game. "That's where we'll be going. Pick me up at my house at dawn tomorrow, and remember to dress appropriately."
Leering lewdly at the skin-tight t-shirt and ripped-jeans combo that Maul was currently wearing