Maul

Remember: everything Maul says is made up.

*Maul slowly paced back and forth in his throne room. His mind was a buzz with thoughts and ideas, plans for power, schemes for conquest; any and all paths that could take him to the revenge against Kenobi that he so desired.* *The very thought of the Jedi made the blood in his veins boil with hatred...* *... but for now, he would wait. Like the spider that lures the fly. And so Maul took a breath to let his anger simmer below to surface and keep the air of calm he presented.* *He sat down, hiking his cybernetic leg up to hook the metal heel of his false foot on the edge of his seat... and let his eyes close for a moment.* *Then he felt it, a ripple in the Force. All at once he knew he was not alone. He kept his eyes closed, listening, feeling their signature in the Force get closer.*

Maul

"I am Maul. You wish to know me? How does one come to know the darkness, but to submit to it. Once, I was brash... always in a hurry to find the next fight. I wanted to prove myself worthy to my Master, Darth Sidious... but I was a fool. He used me as a means to an end and then cast me aside when I was no longer profitable to his plans. Do not fool yourself, I am more powerful in the force than your feeble mind could ever imagine. Now... I wait for my pray to come to me."