I have decided to log my travels and such in this journal. My name is Darth Maul. I would tell you my age, but even I do not know it. I know for sure I am yet a man, but I am not a child. I am in the middle...somewhere. I live with my Master on Coruscant. I am of the Zabrak race from the planet Iridonia. I do not know my parents. I know nothing except the power that consumes me.
I was meditating when he entered my chambers. I felt his presence as the light in the room dissipated as if a a vaccum was commensed. His familiar raspy voice commanded, "Rise boy." I obediently stood up and bowed to my master. I waited patiently for him to speak. I learned to never break his silence. I fed off his radiating energy. He continued, "I have a mission for you Maul. You are to assasinate Chancellor Kaltine. He resides here on Coruscant. Find his residence and dispose of him." I acknowledged, "Yes my lord." I bowed and left the room.
I love the thrill before a mission. That exhilaration that floods my body, I can feel it rushing through my veins, becoming one with my soul. Anyways... First I must find out where the target lives. All I have to go on is Senator Kaltine. I have heard of the name before, he was the first human who travelled and contacted the mythical Gungans on Naboo. So he has some significance to his name.
I crept through the shadows of night through Coruscant. I made my way to the Hall of Galactic Records. I figured they would have the Senator on file. I will soon find out. I made my way in as silent as the midnight wind that is a constant woosh between the buildings on this planet. There were a few Royal Guards patrolling the lobby. It cringed me as I passed them. I can't believe I passed up a fight like that. I took the turbolift to the top floor. As I made my way to the Public Records office I made a mistake. I must've set off a silent alarm because I was suddenly surrounded by black armor ladened guards. I dug my teeth into my lip as I basked in my glory of messing my mission up. I took all that anger and balled it up inside me, gathering strands of distress, fear, and anger. I sucked it in from the surroundings. I let the ball loose in a fiery explosion. I ignited one end of my saber and swung to the left. I twisted and did a three sixty spin. I killed my lightsaber. The guards still stood as if a statue. Then suddenly the upper half of their torsos slid off in a clean path. I let a reluctant smile escape my mouth.
I continued to the office. I slipped into a chair and let my fingers fly at the keyboard. I recovered the records on Senator Kaltine. I swiftly escaped the building. As I exited the turbolift I remembered the guards in the lobby. I can't let them live. I ignite both ends of my weapon and stroll out into the light of the lobby. I counted seven guards, all of them had surprise on their face. I vaulted forward and quickly decapatated one guard and shoved my saber through anothers heart. I love the smell of blood and the look of it. The seeping red fluid that creeps through your body. I quickly relieved four more guards of their pitiful lives. That left one guard. I killed my saber as I approached him. I smiled at him and said, "May your soul go to hell as I relieve you of it!" I brought my hand up and formed a clamp around his throat with the force. I gathered more and more force as I applied more and more pressure.
I relieved quickly as I noticed something. Above the entrance to the building there is a statue. It is a statue of a guard with a lance, the lance is sharp. An idea quickly grew and I levitated him with the force and threw him into the lance. The weapon skewered him and caused severe bleeding. I laughed as he bled to death and walked out, his blood sprayed me as if it were a waterfall.
