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Also DID YOU GUYS WATCH THE NEW SWR SEASON 3 TRAILER OHMYGAWSH IT'S FREAKIN THRAWN IT'S THRAWN ERMAHGERD AND THERE'S MORE DARTH MAUL AND KANAN HAS A MUSTACHE ASDGFSKDHFAS;JKGAHSLGJAGJAD;HSG AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

...okay i'll just write the story...

"So!" Mickey finished with a brilliant smile, snapping shut a guidebook about reused characters and slamming them down on the desk between him and Maul, former Sith apprentice and warrior. "You survived a lot of things, getting cut in half, etc, etc,..."- Maul grimaced - "BUT! A new life awaits for you here at Disney, filming begins sometime early this week, so... ENJOY!"

And with that Mickey slammed the door in Maul's face, leaving him quite alone in the shiny white corridor.

"...That was it?" he muttered to himself. He decided to pick a random direction to walk in. Eventually he would meet someone who could be of actual help.
He was just about to go left when something - or someone - half-transparent drifted out of the opposite wall.
"Hello," said the ghost of the Grand Inquisitor. "I see you're the new recruit."
"I... suppose," replied Maul. "Who are you?"
"Oh, I was the villain until, let's see, about twenty episodes back."
"What do you mean until?" Maul began to grow slightly worried. "And I still don't recognize you."
"Well, if you want it formally, I am the Grand Inquisitor, head of a group of force-sensitives the Galactic Empire put together to hunt down remaining Jedi knights. And, I think you're in need of some explanation..."
Maul suddenly remembered some other Disney products he'd seen on the way here.
'Please don't sing, please don't sing...' he repeated in his mind.
The Inquisitor could apparently sense Maul's panic, for he said, "Do not fear, be thankful that you are in one of the few Disney shows that exclude musical numbers uttered by voice. Also I can't sing. Let's go this way. Follow me."
Somewhat confused but still conscious, Maul decided to follow this odd little - well, tall - Pau'an.

"There's where the rebel scum sleep," the Inquisitor growled as he glided outside the office building and along the spaceship parking lot, "and that's where Imperials sleep, and that's where neutrals sleep, I think you'd belong somewhere there." he pointed to a space between an Imperial camping shuttle and a Mandalorian space van.
As Maul followed him without comment back into the office building, he couldn't help noticing a Disney employee quarreling with some Twi'lek who'd parked her ship way too close to his car.
'What kind of place is this?' he started to wonder.

"That's where the scriptwriters, aka your life and death, usually work, so be nice to them. Not that it'll help much. Oh and THERE's the little shit that every Imperial hates."
Looking toward the place where the Grand Inquisitor was pointing at, Maul thought 'little' shit was a bit of an understatement.
It was a very large, metallic bubble, somehow see-through yet sturdy, branded with the Disney logo and large letters 'MAIN CHARACTER/PLOT SHIELD', taking up a whole corridor.
Maul noted that it was probably centered around someone mobile as it seemed to twitchingly move this way and that.
"That one belongs to Ezra Bridger. You'll get to know him soon enough. That bubble is hard to break, as in figuratively, because see," - he walked into the bubble - "-you can get as close to him as you want, but that kid just keeps coming back to life or something!"
'Like me,' Maul thought. He turned to check if he had a huge bubble shield of his own.
"Don't count on it," came the Grand Inquisitor's voice. "You might've survived Clone Wars, but Disney isn't as lenient as Cartoon Network or I would've survived."
"Oh."
'What kind of situation did I get myself stuck in?' he started to worry.

"Who is this Ezra Bridger, anyway?" he asked his ghost companion as they strolled down the corridors.
"I told you, you'll see for yourself soon enough. Disney made up a whole bunch of new characters, including me, probably just to sell more merchandise." he seemed to droop a little. Maul felt sorry for him, but did not show it.
'At least there's no singing.' he thought to himself.
"You'll have to keep telling yourself that a lot," came his companion's voice. "Also, I think I've shown you pretty enough; the map of the office is on the first floor, second left corridor. I gotta go back into the void of dead characters again."

"Fairwell."

As the Grand Inquisitor disappeared into yet another opposing wall, Maul wondered if he had made yet another bad life choice.

Season 3 isn't out yet so we don't exactly know what Maul's position in the show will be!

I remember being really happy after watching a couple episodes of SWR then realizing it was songless.