Maul peeks out through Sidious' robe as they approach his house. "I can
see your dwelling from here."
Once inside, Sidious is greeted by Scud who jumps up and down at his feet. Reaching into the robe, Sidious pulls out the Ewok. He tosses the toy to Scud who ferociously shakes it and runs off with it as Maul and Qui-Gon look on in horror.
Sidious looks at a guard standing beside the door. "Did I get my package?"
The guard hesitates for a moment before answering, "I don't know."
"What do you mean, you don't know?"
The guard flinches as Sidious hisses at him. Sidious raises his hand and chokes the poor guard without even touching him. The guard slumps to the floor, dead. Sidious continues on up the stairs to his room. Once in the room, Sidious tosses Maul and Qui-Gon onto the bed, walking over to a table where there are a litter of toys. Maul and Buzz watch as Sidious, with his back to them, tinkers with the toys.
Sidious soon turns, revealing the demonic looking toy he has just created. The entirety made up of several disembodied toys laying on the table. The head of a Toydarian, arms of a Wookie, and the body of an R2 Unit.
Maul looks on in shock. He's never seen anything like it before. Qui-Gon stares at the "Thing." "We are going to die."
In the next house, in Charlene's room.
Obi-Wan, who's emerged from his room, is playing checkers with Yoda...and losing badly.
"Worry about Qui-Gon, you should not. Jedi Master, he is," Yoda says, breaking in Obi-Wan's thoughts.
Obi-Wan focuses his attention back to the game in front of him. "Yes, Master Yoda. I just..."
Whatever Obi-Wan was going to say is forgotten as Anikan, looking out the window, yells, "Look! They're home!"
Soon, everyone is watching as Charlene and her mother climb out of the car.
"Mom, have you seen Qui-Gon?"
"Where was the left place you left him?"
"Right here, in the car."
"I'm sure he's there. You're just not looking hard enough."
"He's not here, Mom. Qui-Gon's gone."
"Gone?" Obi-Wan stares at the car, a sad look on his face.
"Yeah, boy." Watto sneers at him. "The womprat ran away." Watto flys closer, pointing a blue finger at Obi-Wan's chest. "I told you he was guilty."
In Sidious' room.
Sidious is pacing the room as he "interrogates" Qui-Gon who has been tossed carelessly onto the floor.
"Ah, a survivor. Where is the rebel base?"
Sidous stops and faces Qui-Gon, his face hidden inside his hood and its shadows. He stands there for a few seconds as if he actually expects the toy to answer. "I can see your will is strong. Well, we have ways of making you talk."
Sidious grabs a magnifying glass off the table and crouches in the sunlight between the window and Qui-Gon. After positioning the object just right, he waits. Soon, the sunglight, with the help of the magnifying glass, is burning a hole in the middle of Qui-Gon's forehead. "Where are your rebel friends now?"
A knock interrupts the "interrogation" as a guard yells through the door, "Sidious, your Pop Tarts are ready!"
Sidious drops the magnifying glass and, almost like a little kid, leaps to his feet, opens the door and runs out. The second he is gone, Qui-Gon jumps up and starts furiously rubbing his forehead. Seeing a bowl of what looks like cereal and milk, he runs over and dunks his head into it. Maul appears beside him as he pulls rubber darts off his head and butt. "Are you all right?"
Qui-Gon pulls his head up and looks through two fruitloops stuck to his head. After ridding himself of the cereal, he picks up a spoon from the floor, examining himself in the back of it. "I sure hope this is not permanent."
Maul busys himself trying to reach anyone on his comm link. "Still no word from Star Command."
Suddenly, Qui-Gon spots the open door in the spoon and spins around. "The door. It's open! We're free!"
"We don't know what's out there!"
Qui-Gon ignores him and makes a run for the door but is cut off by a myriad of grotesque and mismatched toys that crawl out from under the bed and other hiding places.
Qui-Gon runs behind Maul. "They're gonna eat us, Maul! Do something, quick!"
Maul grabs his lightsaber from his belt and pushes a button to activiate it but nothing happens.
Maul looks at it, confused. "It's not working. I recharged it before I left."
"You idiot! You're a toy!"
Qui-Gon grabs the useless lightsaber and starts swinging it at the toys. They retreat and the Jedi makes his way to the door, pulling the Sith with him, using him as a shield. Maul is not for having his things touched by other people. "Hey, give that back, Jedi scum!"
Qui-Gon pays him no attention, it's all focused on the group of toys. "Back, get back. Sorry guys but dinner's been cancelled."
Once he's made it to the door, Qui-Gon lets go of Maul, who falls flat on his back, and heads down the stairs. "There's no place like home. There's no place like home. There's no place like home. There's no place li..."
Qui-Gon stops short of running over Sidious' dog...Scud, who is sleeping peacefully on the landing. The Jedi stands there for a moment, all thought and movement temporarily paused. Then he starts easing his way back up the stairs.
Qui-Gon stands at the top, staring down at the dog, wondering how he's going to get out of the house, now. A black-gloved hand shoots out of darkness next to Qui-Gon, clamps down across Qui-Gon mouth and pulls him into the shadows.
Maul is revealed as the owner of the hand still covering Qui-Gon's mouth. Maul leans in close to him. "Another stunt like that, Jedi, and you're going to get us killed," he hisses at him.
Qui-Gon is having none of it, though. He pushes Maul away and pokes his finger at his chest. "Don't tell me what to do, Sith."
Maul glares at Qui-Gon, who obediently shut up. Maul glances down the stairs to be sure that Scud is still sleeping. Then darts across the open space to the railing on the other side of the stairs.
Qui-Gon follows, scurrying across on his hands and knees. Getting up, Qui- Gon's pull-string catches on the ornamently designed railing. The string fails to come loose as he walks away, thus activating one of his recordings.
"Credits *will* do fine!"
Both Maul and Qui-Gon freeze as the recording spits its message out. They, cautiously, peek over the edge of the railing and gasp. Scud has cocked one eye open. The eye narrows as it looks in their general direction and he, suddenly, springs to his feets and bounds up the stairs. Maul and Qui- Gon run like crazy down the hall as they look for *anywhere* to hide.
"Split up," Maul hisses to the Jedi and they each take hug a wall as they run on.
Maul runs through an partially open door just as Qui-Gon runs through another across from him. Qui-Gon pulls the door shut, bringing the dog's attention him first. Maul peeks around the corner of the wall he's hiding behind, as Scud is sniffing at the door, trying to decipher what is on the other side. When he sees that Scud is not able to see him, he darts across the opening to hide behind the door. The sound of tiny feet does catch Scud's attention, though, and, forgetting about Qui, he pads across to the where Maul is hiding.
Maul stills as he sees Scud's nose poke through the door.
"Scud!"
The dog's ears perk up at the sound of a feminine voice. After a glance up to a figure asleep in a chair not far away, Scud back outs and leaves. Maul finally looks around the room. He's in a living room where a middle- aged man is snoring loudly in front of the turned on tv. Just as he is about to venture out to see that the coast is clear, Maul is distracted by "Darth Maul, where are you?"
Maul spins around. "I'm here!"
He looks around wildly for who is addressing him. His gaze falls on the tv as he sees himself doing battle. His jaw drops in shock as he notices that he is being puppeted by hands as if he is a toy. A toy?
"Get your own Darth Maul."
In the next second, there is a close-up of himself and he hears his own voice coming from the tv.
"I am a Sith, bound by my honor to do the bidding of my master at any cost."
A child's finger can be seen pushing the button on the commlink and he hears "Yes, my master."
Maul looks down at his own commlink, pushes the button, the same words tumbling out. His face is completely covered in shock and despair.
"A toy. A toy. I am not a Sith. I am a toy."
He dejectedly slumps down against the door and stares at the floor.
Once inside, Sidious is greeted by Scud who jumps up and down at his feet. Reaching into the robe, Sidious pulls out the Ewok. He tosses the toy to Scud who ferociously shakes it and runs off with it as Maul and Qui-Gon look on in horror.
Sidious looks at a guard standing beside the door. "Did I get my package?"
The guard hesitates for a moment before answering, "I don't know."
"What do you mean, you don't know?"
The guard flinches as Sidious hisses at him. Sidious raises his hand and chokes the poor guard without even touching him. The guard slumps to the floor, dead. Sidious continues on up the stairs to his room. Once in the room, Sidious tosses Maul and Qui-Gon onto the bed, walking over to a table where there are a litter of toys. Maul and Buzz watch as Sidious, with his back to them, tinkers with the toys.
Sidious soon turns, revealing the demonic looking toy he has just created. The entirety made up of several disembodied toys laying on the table. The head of a Toydarian, arms of a Wookie, and the body of an R2 Unit.
Maul looks on in shock. He's never seen anything like it before. Qui-Gon stares at the "Thing." "We are going to die."
In the next house, in Charlene's room.
Obi-Wan, who's emerged from his room, is playing checkers with Yoda...and losing badly.
"Worry about Qui-Gon, you should not. Jedi Master, he is," Yoda says, breaking in Obi-Wan's thoughts.
Obi-Wan focuses his attention back to the game in front of him. "Yes, Master Yoda. I just..."
Whatever Obi-Wan was going to say is forgotten as Anikan, looking out the window, yells, "Look! They're home!"
Soon, everyone is watching as Charlene and her mother climb out of the car.
"Mom, have you seen Qui-Gon?"
"Where was the left place you left him?"
"Right here, in the car."
"I'm sure he's there. You're just not looking hard enough."
"He's not here, Mom. Qui-Gon's gone."
"Gone?" Obi-Wan stares at the car, a sad look on his face.
"Yeah, boy." Watto sneers at him. "The womprat ran away." Watto flys closer, pointing a blue finger at Obi-Wan's chest. "I told you he was guilty."
In Sidious' room.
Sidious is pacing the room as he "interrogates" Qui-Gon who has been tossed carelessly onto the floor.
"Ah, a survivor. Where is the rebel base?"
Sidous stops and faces Qui-Gon, his face hidden inside his hood and its shadows. He stands there for a few seconds as if he actually expects the toy to answer. "I can see your will is strong. Well, we have ways of making you talk."
Sidious grabs a magnifying glass off the table and crouches in the sunlight between the window and Qui-Gon. After positioning the object just right, he waits. Soon, the sunglight, with the help of the magnifying glass, is burning a hole in the middle of Qui-Gon's forehead. "Where are your rebel friends now?"
A knock interrupts the "interrogation" as a guard yells through the door, "Sidious, your Pop Tarts are ready!"
Sidious drops the magnifying glass and, almost like a little kid, leaps to his feet, opens the door and runs out. The second he is gone, Qui-Gon jumps up and starts furiously rubbing his forehead. Seeing a bowl of what looks like cereal and milk, he runs over and dunks his head into it. Maul appears beside him as he pulls rubber darts off his head and butt. "Are you all right?"
Qui-Gon pulls his head up and looks through two fruitloops stuck to his head. After ridding himself of the cereal, he picks up a spoon from the floor, examining himself in the back of it. "I sure hope this is not permanent."
Maul busys himself trying to reach anyone on his comm link. "Still no word from Star Command."
Suddenly, Qui-Gon spots the open door in the spoon and spins around. "The door. It's open! We're free!"
"We don't know what's out there!"
Qui-Gon ignores him and makes a run for the door but is cut off by a myriad of grotesque and mismatched toys that crawl out from under the bed and other hiding places.
Qui-Gon runs behind Maul. "They're gonna eat us, Maul! Do something, quick!"
Maul grabs his lightsaber from his belt and pushes a button to activiate it but nothing happens.
Maul looks at it, confused. "It's not working. I recharged it before I left."
"You idiot! You're a toy!"
Qui-Gon grabs the useless lightsaber and starts swinging it at the toys. They retreat and the Jedi makes his way to the door, pulling the Sith with him, using him as a shield. Maul is not for having his things touched by other people. "Hey, give that back, Jedi scum!"
Qui-Gon pays him no attention, it's all focused on the group of toys. "Back, get back. Sorry guys but dinner's been cancelled."
Once he's made it to the door, Qui-Gon lets go of Maul, who falls flat on his back, and heads down the stairs. "There's no place like home. There's no place like home. There's no place like home. There's no place li..."
Qui-Gon stops short of running over Sidious' dog...Scud, who is sleeping peacefully on the landing. The Jedi stands there for a moment, all thought and movement temporarily paused. Then he starts easing his way back up the stairs.
Qui-Gon stands at the top, staring down at the dog, wondering how he's going to get out of the house, now. A black-gloved hand shoots out of darkness next to Qui-Gon, clamps down across Qui-Gon mouth and pulls him into the shadows.
Maul is revealed as the owner of the hand still covering Qui-Gon's mouth. Maul leans in close to him. "Another stunt like that, Jedi, and you're going to get us killed," he hisses at him.
Qui-Gon is having none of it, though. He pushes Maul away and pokes his finger at his chest. "Don't tell me what to do, Sith."
Maul glares at Qui-Gon, who obediently shut up. Maul glances down the stairs to be sure that Scud is still sleeping. Then darts across the open space to the railing on the other side of the stairs.
Qui-Gon follows, scurrying across on his hands and knees. Getting up, Qui- Gon's pull-string catches on the ornamently designed railing. The string fails to come loose as he walks away, thus activating one of his recordings.
"Credits *will* do fine!"
Both Maul and Qui-Gon freeze as the recording spits its message out. They, cautiously, peek over the edge of the railing and gasp. Scud has cocked one eye open. The eye narrows as it looks in their general direction and he, suddenly, springs to his feets and bounds up the stairs. Maul and Qui- Gon run like crazy down the hall as they look for *anywhere* to hide.
"Split up," Maul hisses to the Jedi and they each take hug a wall as they run on.
Maul runs through an partially open door just as Qui-Gon runs through another across from him. Qui-Gon pulls the door shut, bringing the dog's attention him first. Maul peeks around the corner of the wall he's hiding behind, as Scud is sniffing at the door, trying to decipher what is on the other side. When he sees that Scud is not able to see him, he darts across the opening to hide behind the door. The sound of tiny feet does catch Scud's attention, though, and, forgetting about Qui, he pads across to the where Maul is hiding.
Maul stills as he sees Scud's nose poke through the door.
"Scud!"
The dog's ears perk up at the sound of a feminine voice. After a glance up to a figure asleep in a chair not far away, Scud back outs and leaves. Maul finally looks around the room. He's in a living room where a middle- aged man is snoring loudly in front of the turned on tv. Just as he is about to venture out to see that the coast is clear, Maul is distracted by "Darth Maul, where are you?"
Maul spins around. "I'm here!"
He looks around wildly for who is addressing him. His gaze falls on the tv as he sees himself doing battle. His jaw drops in shock as he notices that he is being puppeted by hands as if he is a toy. A toy?
"Get your own Darth Maul."
In the next second, there is a close-up of himself and he hears his own voice coming from the tv.
"I am a Sith, bound by my honor to do the bidding of my master at any cost."
A child's finger can be seen pushing the button on the commlink and he hears "Yes, my master."
Maul looks down at his own commlink, pushes the button, the same words tumbling out. His face is completely covered in shock and despair.
"A toy. A toy. I am not a Sith. I am a toy."
He dejectedly slumps down against the door and stares at the floor.
