Maul studied the girl's reaction for a moment as she stared in awe of her planet. He remembered thinking the same thing the first time he had left his home world behind and saw Dathomir from space. But, those were emotions he had buried long ago. He found himself breaking the silence "There are planets that would make this one seem dull. The galaxy is immense and holds many secrets. Soon, you will know more." Maul turned to leave. "Now, come with me." he said as Arya continued to gawk out the window. "I will show you to your sleeping chambers. It will be a few days before we reach our destination."

"And where is that" Arya said. She didn't look at him but instead continued to look at her planet fading away in the blackness.

"My home world" Maul said. He turned to continue walking out of the control room when he heard Arya whisper, "It's looks so small." "Child." Maul said in a slightly impatient tone, "follow me." Arya shook herself out of her daze and followed him.

They went down several corridors until they stopped in front of an indented section of wall. "Password creation." Maul said to the section of wall.

"Please speak entry code." A pleasant female voice from seemingly nowhere said. Arya crouched down and looked all around her, searching for the source of the voice.

"Relax child." Maul mumbled. "Speak the password you want to enter your quarters. This door will only open to your voice command once it is set." Arya seemed confused but went along with it.

"Ok." she said, "What do I have to do?"

My patience is being tested. Maul thought. But then again, what was he supposed to think. This girl had lived in an extremely primitive society. There will be many things she did not know that came naturally to him. "Just speak a word or phrase that you can remember and the ship will let you into your sleeping quarters" Maul gestured to the door. Once more he said, "Password creation."

"Please speak entry code." The voice from nowhere repeated. Arya stood in front of the door and spoke a phrase. "Valar Morghulis."

"Password set" the voice from nowhere said. And the section of wall opened to reveal a room on the other side. Arya stepped through the doorway as Maul looked after her and wondered what her password could mean. He pondered this for a moment, but then quickly regrouped and followed the girl inside.

The room itself was quite large with several doorways branching off. There was minimal furniture and Arya thought most of it looked odd and rather uncomfortable. Maul showed her the kitchen where food was kept in a box that stayed cold on the inside. He showed her where she could deposit her waste and wash herself.

"You are to wash yourself daily." Maul said. "I will not have you become filthy and odorous on my ship." Arya was a little taken aback. Bathe once a day! Why, there were lord's she knew who wouldn't even do that. But she didn't argue the fact. "Here are your bed chambers." He continued. "Rest well, for your training will be strict and grueling. I will leave you now and be back in eight hours. Sleep."

Arya watched as Maul left, the door to her quarters sliding down and locking behind him. She sat on one of the uncomfortable looking chairs and found it to be surprisingly comfortable. She leaned back and closed her eyes, taking in the events of the past twenty-four hours. She had thrown a great party disguised as Walder Frey and poisoned everyone except for the serving girls. Shortly after, she had met this strange man, or whatever he was, who called himself Darth Maul. Maul had then promised to give her powers she would never have believed until she saw him rip a tree from the ground with only his mind. And now she was on a flying ship that was taking her to another world. The universe had just gotten a whole lot bigger, and as she pondered these thoughts she began to think that the squabbles in Westeros were petty and meaningless. There were other worlds out there. Other places to visit among the stars. She could just leave it all behind. Her bastard brother Jon was the only one who actually liked her, and as far as she knew, he was stuck at Castle Black. Her sister Sansa didn't like her, her other brothers didn't care about her, and the rest of her family was dead. She could just leave Westeros to whatever fate befell it. It was an intriguing thought. Suddenly, Arya's jaw set and her eyes narrowed. No. She would not abandon her home world. Visions of her brother's decapitated corpse floated though her mind. Visions of his wolf's head sown in place of his own and paraded around the Twins to be further humiliated. And then there were reports she had heard of her mother being slaughtered in the great hall along with all the soldiers and people from Winterfell that she had known her whole life. People who had been her friends. Sure, the Freys had been the ones to swing the sword, but the puppet-strings that worked them extended to King's Landing. Cersei was number one on her list. She had been the cause of all of the horrible things that had happened ever since they arrived at King's Landing as a family. A family that now lay broken because of her. No. She would not let the evil on her own world go unpunished. She would take whatever new training she received from Darth Maul, and she would unleash a bloody justice the likes of which had never been seen in the Seven Kingdoms.

After sitting for awhile lost in thought, she decided it best to wash herself before bed. She went into the bathing area and was surprised to find the whole place to be whiter than the great Weirwood tree back at Winterfell. She had never seen a room so white and it hurt her eyes to look upon it. She stepped into the bathing contraption that Maul had called a shower, and through trial and error she figured out how to wash herself. The hot artificial rain felt refreshing and relaxing, but as she stood naked under the stream of water, she noticed trails of red and brown wash off her body. The dirt and blood were a sharp contrast against the white floor as it flowed through the drain at her feet. Was I really that dirty? Arya thought as she watched her filth wash away. She hadn't felt dirty. But watching what came off her body, she wondered if she had ever really been clean. She found white lumps on a shelf that she immediately recognized as soap. Finally, something I recognize. She thought as she scrubbed her skin clean. She grabbed a towel and dried herself, and after some light searching she found pants and a shirt, both of which fit her surprisingly well. The clothing was light and comfortable, but also kept her warm. As she settled into her bed, it all hit her at once. The massacre she had just created, the plans she still had left to fulfill. And on top of everything was the fact that she wasn't even on her own planet anymore. She felt that she should be afraid, but she wasn't. She was just, tired. All the strange events during the last few years of her life had made her quick to adapt to anything and everything, and for that she was grateful. She was just about to fall asleep but quickly remembered her list of names. She forced herself to stay awake until she said every name, one by one savoring each syllable as she pictured their death and destruction at her hands. When she was finished, she lay her head back and let deep, uninterrupted sleep wash over her for the first time since she had left Winterfell all those years ago.

Maul sat in his chambers meditating. He thought of his plans and what he must do to execute them. He thought of the girl and how he would make her a powerful extension of his will. The devastation they would spread through the galaxy would be a thing of beauty. Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted. The girl's voice floated through his mind. "Cersei, Ser Ilyn Payne, the Mountain….". Maul had no idea what to make of it, but he sensed it had something to do with her plots of revenge. Her dedication is strong. He thought. She will not break as others have. She will not lose focus. Waves of force energy still poured off of the girl. He could feel them through the walls of his ship. So powerful. So full of hate. The galaxy will burn from her rage. For the first time in decades, Maul fell asleep with a smile on his face as he dreamed of destruction.