Maul was furious. Then again that was his normal state, but this was more as he had failed his master. His other failures had been punished and he moved. This failure had yet to be punished and as much as he hated and feared such. Some part of him yearned for it. It was the only time he felt more than just his anger and hate. Fear was strong when he was being punished. Not the fear of dying as he yearned for death during those times but a fear of being rejected. A fear that was very much running through his mind right now. He was not even able to scratch Master Jinn in their fight on Tatooine. He punished himself for not using his ship to run them down instead of his speeder.
He had assumed that their ship was still damaged, but it flew away while he fumed in the desert sands denied his victory. Denied his punishment for his failure without even the threatening promise of a future punishment. His console beeped and this brought him out of his meditation just before the ship came out of hyperspace. As soon as it did he engaged the stealth field. His passive sensors the only thing poking out of the field as he scanned the system as he changed his entry vector.
Not long after his emergence a trio of fighters his sensors could not identify came within range of his former vector. His stealth generator had been tested with dozens of different sensor suites and not a one could detect him, but this fleet could have that rare possibility. They circled around but eventually they moved on not finding his ship or even acting as if they discovered him but were told not to search for him as he felt they might as he touched the Force to verify. He could feel them strongly, but they felt not trained in the Force.
He turned his attention back to the planet and he spent several hours dodging patrols as he got closer and closer to the planet. Hours that allowed him to feel this fleet and anyone that got close to him. None of them shielding their minds as he would expect from Jedi. He was warned that there were Force users in this fleet. He did feel that several of these trio fighter patrols carried Force nulls or were piloted by droids as he could not feel anyone alive on board the fighters. The Force however, was warning him that not all was as it seemed so he resisted the urge to actively probe those ships with the Force. He kept his signature completely hidden mixed in with the ambient background of the Force. Entering the atmosphere was the hardest part of piloting and he felt if he did not have the Force he would have gone too fast or too slow during several of the maneuvers that if done incorrectly would put undue stress on his stealth field.
He did not relax until the ship touched down inside the high walls of the Palpatine estate. Now he waited and meditated, reaching out carefully, blending in with the local field of the dark side to hide his presence. This went on for several hours as he marveled at the number of Force user on or near the planet. He could not count them all, but he had a really good idea from the few that actively using the Force. Several hundred bright souls that he knew were Jedi though they felt different not as peaceful as the ones he had come across. There were others that felt neither bright or dark. They could be these Zakuul Knights he read from the reports he was given. Then there was the dark side blood red feeling of hatred and anger. More tempered then Darth Sidious's rolling chaos ever revealed and a higher level of focused rage then what he felt from Darth Plagueis. It felt much like Count Dooku but fully submerged into the dark side, and balanced.
Moving out of the estate he had changed out of his dark robes to something that was more suited to the City of Theed. Much of the city was still going through repairs as workers moved from one building to the next. There were even B1 battle droids walking the streets with brooms, rakes, and trash containers. Maul grinned as the useless things could at least do that as a child could aim better than these clankers. Then he ducked into an alcove as he watch a warrior go by. He could not see their face as he was wearing full armor. Battle armor that reeked of the dark side alchemy that was used to reinforce it. Right next to him was a female in gold and white armor that he had never come across in the ancient texts and data records he was forced to learn. The last was an alien, an avian species, possibly a Mrlssi and it bled with the light side of the Force. How could a Jedi and a Sith walk side by side. Were they not sworn enemies? Could the third member be stronger then both of the other two to keep them in check?
The more he saw different trio groups the more and more that everything he had ever learned was wrong. He nearly revealed himself several times as he came face to face with a real red Sith. Their presence in the Force was darker than the other Sith he could feel. This troubled him greatly and the more he wandered the more he knew his mission would end in failure. The city was full of these Force users and their battle droids looked closer to hunter killer droids that could operate independently. Then there was the slower battle droids that carried vehicle grade turrets on their heads while their arms were converted to haul building materials. The city was rebuilding and the people known to be peaceful, but they were still under an occupation, but one that was building instead of destroying. One that could in a moments notice switch to defend.
His orders were simple, kill the Queen and all of her handmaidens. A mission that had already failed, but it may be possible to still be completed if these troops were no where near the palace. From what he could tell they were landing and taking off from several of the plazas or landing out in the spaceport fields just outside the city. It was as he was studying the layout of the palace in a quiet part of the outer park that he suddenly noticed someone was close, too close. He reached for his saberstaff only to have it ripped off his body as he was slammed into the nearest wall by the Force. He was surrounded by the feeling of arrogant rage with equal amounts of lust. It was only then that he came face to face with the Zabrak female. Had Maul ever known one of his sisters she could have been one with her red skin and black tattooing. He could also smell that she was in heat.
"Mhmm, you smell absolutely delicious, darling." He felt his fear rising and his rage grew to match it as she giggled. Then he felt disgusted as she licked his face from his chin to his eye.
"Let go of me." She giggled again just before she kissed him and he jerked back when she bit him. He pulled the dark side inside of him and then shoved her away from him and took a hold of her throat with the Force. He growled as she rose into the air gasping for air. Then goosebumps rose all over his body as her arms came out to her sides and her gasping turned into laughter.
"Oh you are such a lovely specimen, but a weak apprentice as yourself does not yet truly comprehend the power of a Darth." Lightning surrounded her and Maul leaving only her untouched as it struck him again and again. His clothing was smoking by the time he was brought to his knees, but he had felt much worse from his master. She was then on him before he could recover and she yanked his head up and kissed him with a passion he had never felt in his life. Then lightning irrupted inside of his mouth and travel down to his groin. It was then that he screamed a feral growl of pure lust. He could no longer think as this need to dominate her drove all thought out of his mind. The small section of his mind that remained conscious raged helplessly as they rutted like two beasts. He could feel her mind as it pulled barbed vines around his mind. Then he only saw darkness.
Darth Hexid was never more pleased with herself. She had not really gone out to have sex but seeing this handsome morsel she just could not resist. His mind was strong, but untrained to defend against her attacks. He proved even more tantalizing once she got him back to her quarters. She had never really sought out another for sex as most would come to her and at one point she had to beat them off with her saberstaff. The young man was out cold and would have a nice headache in his thick skull for several days. It was during this time that she examined his saberstaff and other things he had on him. This told her that this one was not a member of the fleet or part of the Alliance.
The dark side had marked this one and he was covered in Kittât alchemy runes that were remarkably done, but incorrectly finished. If they had been this one would have had much more strength to resist her power. No matter who he really was she liked what he possessed and his skill was wild and driven even if virginal in technique. Still, she could train him and she didn't have an apprentice at the moment. A slave lover and an apprentice, double the pleasure, double the fun. Her laugh sent goose bumps up and down many a being near her quarters. With the Eternal Empire a long forgotten memory there would be nothing to sate her lust for blood. Perhaps this one had a ship and they could go out in search of such fun.
"Time to start over darling." With the Force she moved him to a cage she had the pleasure of using from time to time. A Force suppressing collar would make sure he could not flee or call out to anyone. Even with him unconscious he felt her pulling the color out of his improperly done tattoos.