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"No! I don't want a 'castle style' house I want a Japanese pagoda style house!" Maul was arguing with the contractor. Warious had eagerly agreed to her Sith brother's scheme on the condition that he handle the contractors. So far he was having trouble.

"We're all out of Pagodas sir, we don't have any left. All we have now are Haunted mansions and castles."

Maul grumbled about inefficient earthlings as Warious came downstairs to see what was going on.

Maul covered the mouthpiece of the phone and asked her, "They don't have any more pagodas. Do you want a castle or mansion?"

"How about a rundown looking mansion, with a dungeon underneath?" Warious replied thinking to herself that there was no way they would get one, but a few minutes of discussion on Maul's part and he got it.

Darth Maul hung up the phone and turned with a triumphant grin to Warious. "We have it. Complete with dungeon."

Warious mouth dropped in amazement but then closed it quickly. "Wow. Who knew you had negotiation skills, and without using the force at that?" For if her brother had used the Force Warious would have surely felt it.

Maul shrugged. "Master Sidious taught me everything I know. He taught me how to negotiate, blend in, fight, kill; everything he felt I needed to learn."

"Did he tell you how to not look scary to earthlings?" Warious jibbed.

"Your friends aren't scared of me." He pointed out.

"That's because they are used to you...and anything strange."

"They will be here tomorrow to set up the house. You will have to be the spokes person then if my face is so scary." Maul threatened.

"No, no, that's okay. You can do it. I was never very good with my negotiation skills." Warious replied and then ran back upstairs to her computer.

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"Wow mister, you have one awesome mask!" One of the builders commented to Darth Maul the next day.

"It's not a mask," Maul replied smiling, "My face is permanently marked...tattooed as you may call it."

"Dude! That is so totally like Darth Maul." Another worker said coming over.

Maul shrugged. Warious had warned him that people shouldn't know he was the real Darth Maul. She told him to get a more earthling name if asked. But Maul replied. "My friends call me Darth Maul or just Maul because of my face."

Meanwhile Darth Warious was online getting ideas to add to her own for the haunted house. As she did she was wondering why a building company all the way from Canada was in the States. But it bothered her mind no more as she logged on to Middle-earth to converse with her friends 'in a galaxy far, far away'. (Okay maybe it was a country a little out of reach.) She had just replied to The Random Help Hotline thread when there was a lot of noise coming from outside.

Warious went to the window and looked down. Darth Maul was showing off with a fake lightsaber to a crowd of amazed workers. Warious heaved a sigh, rolled her eyes and went to put a stop to this nonsense while getting her 'list of fright' to a prop maker.

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Out in space a shuttle craft otherwise unfamiliar to earth was heading for a collision course in North America.

Inside, a fat Imperial warlord was trying his best to repair the craft so he could land safely...if he ever landed.

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