Qi'ra sighed as she sat in the co-pilot seat in the cockpit of Maul's ship. She was surprised as it was a Mandalorian ship when they had just come from Darthomir. Not that the planet was known for anything beyond witches and a swamp full of who knows what.
Beyond the bright light of hyperspace illuminating the cockpit there was really nothing that interesting to do on board. Maul had busied himself with what she assumed was a sith holocron in his chambers chanting indistinctly. Even if she had something to do, she doubted she would be able to concentrate on anything when she'd seen him incincerate a squad of her soldiers simply because they were around.
They jumped out of hyperspace and the ship lurched as it was affected by the gravitational pull of the plant. Qi'ra heard the soft whoosh of Maul entering the captain seat, strangely calm after the meditation, like he'd been communicating with someone who had cleared his mind. She knew he hadn't contacted anyone so she turned to where he had stashed the artifact into his bag. She could feel it beckoning to her, as if there really was something more than just the two of them.
Maul cleared his throat as he scanned the planet for signs of imperial activity.
"Something's coming out of hyperspace." Qi'ra noted. She ran to the rear window of the ship and was shocked. "There are three imperial class star destroyers." Running back into the main cabin she saw Maul smirking as his arms were crossed.
He quirked an eyebrow. "We're cloaked. They have no way of detecting us."
Qi'ra shook her head. "They could track out magnetic signature."
"But then they'd have to know that we're here, which we are not."
"But they're coming right at us."
"They're going to think we're some passing debris or at worse we can jump a parsec away. Don't forget that I'm in charge. I was trained by a sith lord. You were by a near human who was a fantastic assassin, until he died that is."
"Wouldn't that make you force sensitive?"
"Yes."
"So if you wanted to be, you could become a Jedi."
Maul's eyes changed from their molten yellow to blood red. Qi'ra saw he gripped the controls to the ship tightly. "The Jedi Order was nothing to be noted. They're all dead anyway or crawling in the scoundrel pits of the universe. Even if that was a possibility, it's not worth pursing. Those remaining would never accept what I am."
"And what are you?"
"That's enough questions. What about you? Why would a pretty girl decide to join a world of men? You should be somewhere with humans, living, fighting."
"After the factories on Aurelian were shut down there were too many mouths too feed."
"Oh that sob story. So some criminals took you in and you never quite got back to clean living."
"Maybe I would've had a family and a life there."
Maul sniggered. "I don't even know what that means."
Qi'ra was curious. "You never had a family."
Maul humored her. "I had women in my life-priests, teachers, warriors. I've read of what you speak but, I was given to my master as a child. He wanted a weapon."