The time was almost near. Darth Maul had reached his destination, a small planet called Earth. Upon the briefing of his new mission, Maul was told that this planet had once been the primary living space of the race called humans. He smirked. Now it was run down, almost as bad as the lower levels of Coruscant.
He flew low, looking for a safe place to set down his Sith Infiltrator where it would not be easily found. As he was flying low, he sensed a twinge in the force. Something with power, not nearly as strong as his own, but power none the less. A power that could easily be turned toward the dark side.
His search for landing now became more important. He would check on this power and see if it was anything worth reporting to his master. In a short time he found a field of demolished houses and decaying foliage. Perfect, he thought as he angled the Infiltrator for landing.
A hatchway opened on the side of his ship and the robed, cowled figure of Darth Maul stepped out. He looked around, reaching for the fibers of the dark side to guide him towards the power he had felt earlier. He felt it, the slight twinge of power that seemed stronger then he first perceived. Swiftly and with stealth, he made his way through the twisting, dirty streets.
It wasn't long before Maul had discovered the source of this power. It was a run down, dingy yellow house. No doubt some lowlife lived here who didn't even no what power he had. With a trained power, Darth Maul leaped lightly onto the roof, landing without sound. He stood, still and silent, probing with the force to pinpoint the power. It came from the room directly to the right of him. He walked slowly over and knelt down; probing further into his dark powers to learn more of the one he could feel.
Maul frowned. The life form was younger than he had thought, but not too young as to be naive. It would be easy to turn this life form to their side. That is, if his Master wished it.
The house next to the one Maul was perched on was considerably taller than it. It stood at about three stories tall and was a nice, clean color of white. With some small help from the dark side, Maul leapt to the roof. He turned, facing the yellow house, and sat, ready to wait.
As dawn neared and the streets started to become more populated, Maul once again reached for the dark side to cloak him. No one that was readily looking for him would be able to know he was there.