Here's my sequel, and there is going to be another after this!
Chapter 1 Maul's Minion order
One year after previous story, on Hoth…
Darth Maul and one of his must trusted servants, Tavion, sat in his large throne room conversing.
" Luke Skywalker will one day pay for my legs." Tavion said more to herself than Maul.
" Don't be hasty my apprentice. Skywalker is mine to kill." Maul stated, but his thoughts were on something else.
" My lord, please, I want revenge"
" Revenge! Ha! Both of my legs are gone! I'm half a damn cyborg! You thing you need revenge because Skywalker stabbed two holes in your legs take a look around." Maul yelled." I never got my revenge on the Jedi that did this to me! And you will not either."
" I'm sorry my master." Tavion said although anger burned inside her.
" Listen now." Maul said calming himself." We already have a Sith general but we need something more."
" What?"
" The Intergalactic Banking Clan, (otherwise known as the IBC) worked for the separatists years ago."
" What dose that have to do with anything? We have taken over Manaan, Ren-var, Tatooine, and Dantooine, and there are only bases on those planets, do you want to start a new government?"
" No, at least not until Coruscant is captured and the Chancellor's head is rotting in the Senate rotunda" Maul said." General Grevious was a cyborg general in the
Clone Wars. He worked for the separatists, but before that, long before, his species the Kaleesh fought a war with another species that I do not know of. Grevious was nearly destroyed in a shuttle crash but the Intergalactic Banking Clan brought him back to health with his brain and some organs put in a droid shell. Grevious was killed by the same damn Jedi that did this to me, but the IBC may have enough DNA to clone Grevious's brain. Then we could use him as a General."
Tavion had never heard this story before and she was in awe that so many years ago there was that much adequate technology to make a cyborg like that.
" So your plan is to contact this Intergalactic Banking Clan and buy a clone of this Grevious?" Asked Tavion.
" Yes." Maul said." But there is a problem, I don't know how long it will take for Grevious's cloned brain to grow and mature."
" Wait master. What if the IBC doesn't exist any longer?"
" They do."
" How do you know." Maul looked at her angrily and she immediately knew the answer. Through the force.
" Now…" Maul began standing up." Let us see if they can do this for us."
Maul walked up to the holo projector and dialed a frequency. It took a few minutes but a wavy image of a sickly thin alien appeared.
" Greetings sir, what is your business with the IBC?" It asked.
" Save the formalities, I have certain business… about a general for my army."
" What sort of general?" The alien asked his pale skin growing darker. Maul guessed he was sweating as well as blushing.
" I require a clone of General Grevious." Maul stated. The alien paled so much it was hard to see its holographic head in front of the ice room.
" T-t-t-there is-is n-no General G-G-G-Grevious."
" Yes there is and I am willing to pay for a clone of his brain planted in a cyborg armor body."
" N-no we are not c-c-c-cloners, never have been."
" I said I am willing to pay, and if I don't you will, understand?"
" Y-y-y-yes. How much are you willing t-t-to give?"
" What would you price an entire legion of covert ops troops as?"
" T-t-t-that much!"
" How much?" Maul asked, as he wanted to know what they would price it as. The alien gained color.
" It would be nine hundred thousand ninety credits."
" Fine." Maul said not even pausing to think about the ridicules price.
" Alright, but lets say we did clone it. It might take several years for the brain and organs to mature."
" What! I need it to be done sooner."
" How soon?"
" Dose next two months seem to soon?"
" Ha! That's not even long enough to get the cells to grow."
" What! This is an outrage."
" Why?"
" If I have to pay you that much then I want my item soon."
" You cant." The alien said simply.
" Damn you! Someday you and your entire organization will pay!"
" So you're not going to place an order?"
" I have to." Tavion looked at him like he had gone completely mental. Since when did the master of an organization have to do something?
" Fine where can I call once your product is ready?" The alien asked.
" I am sending you a frequency, you must contact my master."
" Very well. Pleasure doing business with you, and the pay?"
" The man with the number I gave you will take care of it."
" Very well." And the communication was cut. Tavion looked at Maul.
" What master?"
" Shut up."
" What master?"
" You are not to know."
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