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     Now that's something you don't hear every day. The sheer anger that underlined the shouted words makes it clear enough that whoever making such claims isn't playing around. The thought both chills and upsets her.

     The slim figure that peers over the ledge of the wall currently being so abused remains on her guard, even though she keeps her stance casual. Her hands are never far from her blasters. Behind her T-visor, the girl is frowning.

     "You must be delusional," she states. "No Mandalorian would let an outsider lay claim to Mandalore." The Empire is another story, but she hopes that one day they'll be able to break away from even Imperial control.

He looks up in time to see a brightly painted visor, one in the style of Bo-Katan's Nightowls. There were some, he knows, that were loyal to him. But the rest- the rest must have fled. Must continue planning rebellion from the shadows. And perhaps this trick was of Bo-Katan's doing.

His saber hums in his hands, a wicked smirk playing at his yellow eyes haloed in red glare up at the young woman.
"Repeating your mistress's words, hm?" Without a second thought, his hand moves to the Dark Saber. The symbol of Mandalore's power, taken from Pre Vizla in single combat. His symbol of status. His rulership.

"Tell Bo-Katan that she shouldn't send a child to do her dirty work." He practically snarls, pointing the dark saber straight at that visor, letting it crackle and hum as it bursts into life from his palm.

     It's something so ingrained to her that her twin Westars are in hand the moment the Zabrak takes hold of another weapon. Both blaster pistols poised, her fingers hover steadily over the triggers.

     Moments like these that she's thankful for the security, the anonymity of her buy'ce. Behind the trademark visor she's startled, if just for a moment. Sabine considers his words, as well as the weapon grasped in his hand. Not a lightsaber. This one's different. But no less deadly, she reminds herself.

     "Well, I won't argue that dealing with a Sith isn't a dirty job. But I think you're confused, and maybe lucky for you, this isn't Mandalore."

Those blasters are Mandalorian made, alright. Same with the armor that the girl wears. But as he sees more of it, that is no clan color that he has seen in his brief stint as the ruler of Mandalore. Still, he does not falter. Does not flinch. The girl is a child, and he could toss her aside so easily.

But he needs information. Even if it is from an unwilling provider. Still, anger spikes in his twin hearts as he hears her words. Lucky? LUCKY?!

"I am hardly lucky to be taken away from the world I rightfully rule at the moment of my triumph!" He glares at her, bares his teeth, but does not move to attack. She has the high ground. And he needs information.

"This is some trick that she created, isn't it? And you, one of her owls, sent to lie to my face-!"

She knows how it is being on the receiving end of her own blaster bolts, so she'd rather play on the side of caution than have another close-call like she had with Vader. The last thing she wants is Kanan taking it upon himself to deal with another Sith. He almost got himself killed the last time!

"A trick. Is that what you think this is? That would be admitting that you've lost in a way, wouldn't it? If it were a trick, and you were somehow whisked away from Mandalore without even you knowing it, I hardly think you'd be a fit leader for our world. If this was Mandalore."

"Kings have been made with more trickery, girl." He grins, eyes sharp and hard as his mechanical legs adjust. Braces himself, two fingers extending from his saber in preparation to pull her from that wall. Lost? Oh, no, he does not lose. He merely has momentary setbacks.

"But didn't your mistress warn you what would happen if you were insolent?" And with that, he moves to jerk his hand back, aims to pull her up and over the wall and into the street behind him.

But to his surprise, she doesn't move. There is nothing, he can feel, that connects them. Nothing that feels like the force, that great, perversive web that connects all things. Nothing to manipulate.

He can only stare in shock, deactivating his sabers to stare at his hands.

His head whips up in the next moment, snarling up at her.
"What have you DONE to me?!"

     Even if she'd been anticipating the attempt, Sabine is still as tense as they come. She's thankful her assumptions were correct, but that still hadn't stopped her from flinching just a little once Maul had made his move.

     Slowly letting out a breath, she levels her weapons again, not about to relax even though he can't tap into the Force. Those sabers are still very real, after all.

     "I haven't done anything! You're the one that won't believe me. I'll admit, it's hard to swallow, but maybe now you'll listen?"

     If he hadn't been going off about Mandalore as he had, she might have felt sorry for him. A little.

     "We're not on Mandalore anymore. And from what you've been babbling about, I have a feeling we're probably not even from the same time."

Not on Mandalore? Well. That had already been a given. The architecture was all wrong, the stone walls and waterfalls feeling more like Naboo than the high, geometric architecture that inhabited the enclosed cities of Mandalore. But not from the same time? Now the girl makes less sense, and he. He does not like this.

He holsters one of his blades, the one that survived Naboo, and keeps the Dark Saber in his hand. Slowly, he turns away, begins to prowl back and forth as he thinks. An animal pacing in a cage, all but ignoring the two blasters trained on him. He's more than fast enough to react, isn't he?

"What do you mean by same 'time'? I have no patience for riddles, child."

     "This place sits between different worlds, even galaxies. The people it brings here can come from anywhere and at any point of time."

     Eventually she lowers her blasters, but unlike the Zabrak, she opts to keep both of them in hand. Sabine watches him pace, thinking as well before she speaks up again.

     "The Mandalore I know is unfortunately under the control of the Empire, as is most of the galaxy, with Emperor Palpatine as its ruler."

Edited 2016-09-08 06:44 (UTC)

Between worlds? Between Galaxies? Between time and space itself? It doesn't seem possible, and yet... He examines his empty hand again- There was nothing connecting him to the world around him. Nothing. And that... Would that make sense, for a place that exists outside of reality? Outside of everything else?

"... Emperor Palpatine?" A brow quirks at that, and he looks up to her again. A pause. A snarl, and slowly, slowly, his blood begins to boil again, anger mutating his features into pure rage.
"EMPEROR?!" Sidious. Sidious was emperor of what, the Galaxy? Mandalore? That must mean... That must mean that he was overthrown, that Sidious won, again. Again, again, again.

He lashes out at the wall again in anger, carving an arc across the stones, snarling like a beast.
"That man will be no emperor by the time I am finished with him-!"

     This Sith, if that's what he is, is a complete opposite to Darth Vader. While Ezra and Kanan spoke of anger and hate, the dark lord had never shown it openly when he faced them. True he seemed to display a little more of it here for the times she'd seen the network capture his bouts of rage, but it was still cold and sinister. But this...

     Sabine leaps back with a gasp as Maul turns to unleash his anger upon the wall. She moves carefully to the side to keep him in view, but all the more is she glad not to be down there. This rage is all fire, untamed and dangerous.

     "Well, at least it's nice to know you have no love for him either," she notes.

There are no other sith like him, of that he's learned. Too wild, too angry, and perhaps it is his time alone, isolated, driven mad that has done this to him. That has ruined his once perfect discipline and replaced it with uncontrolled bouts of rage.

He calms. Slowly, he calms, his breath releasing through his teeth like steam through a burst pipe. His shoulders shake, his eyes practically glow with the rage inside of him.

"Tell me, child..." His voice is low, his lips curling as he speaks, as he rounds on her again, staring up at where she is perched.
"You claim to be from some future, yes? A Mandalorian, too. Tell me the history as you know it."

"I was born just before the end of the Clone Wars. By then the Republic had already stepped in to assist Mandalore, which had become engulfed in chaos." Probably the fault of this very Sith, now that she thinks about it. She finds her hands once again tightening around her blasters, but she knows that it would make little difference to do anything now.

"...of course, that's about when Palpatine claimed power and declared all Republic and previously Separatist-controlled systems part of a new Galactic Empire. It's been little over fifteen years now, and unfortunately the Empire's power is growing. But that doesn't mean that people have given up fighting against it."

He pauses in his pacing at that, staring up at her almost disbelieving. The Clone Wars, as they were called, had ended? And Mandalore... Mandalore had been engulfed in chaos. That could not be so. Not when he had left it. Satine was dead. And Almec was under his control. Death Watch was under his control.

But Sidious. Sidious controlled the Republic as Palpatine, didn't he? And if the Republic stepped in, it was by his order.
A snarl parts his lips as he turns away, flipping the treachery over in his mind.

"Of course he would interfere! Of course he would bring it all to ruin-" His master had never been a kind man. And Maul... Maul had been replaced, hadn't he?
Everything that he worked for, was it all for not? His own apprentice, his own brother-
"... Master could never stand rivals." He spits the sentence like it's poison, his twin hearts skipping a beat for just a moment.

There is no pity. He cannot think of the outcome for his brothe- for his apprentice.

     Sabine watches him closely. The Sith is unpredictable, and she'd rather be ready in case he finally decided to lash out at her for being the bearer of less than pleasant news.

     "Master..?" Did that mean that he'd served Palpatine? It doesn't sound like it had been a very close relationship, especially from Maul's earlier display. Even so, the thought that the former High Chancellor had even manipulated things so that her world which had claimed neutrality during the Clone Wars would also be eventually pulled into the control of the Empire turns her stomach. All the more reason to keep up the fight.

     "My turn to ask a question. Who are you?"

He continues to pace, his hands behind his back, practically storming back and forth as he turns it all over in his head. Of course. Of course Sidious would see him ruined. There was no room for weakness, no room for sympathy, no room for mercy-

But he stops when she asks a question of him, straightens his shoulders, and holds his head high. Pride. It swells in his chest- he is the ruler of Mandalore, isn't he? He is a true lord of the sith, isn't he? Ruling beside his brother?

"I am Darth Maul. Ruler of Mandalore, leader of Death Watch." He pauses, looks her over once more.
"And your name would be...?"

     He's no ruler of her's, that's for sure. But she can see that pride isn't something this one has let go so easily.

     The Sith speaks, and she feels her blood run cold. It's more a confirmation than surprise, but hearing it always brings with it something more. She draws herself a little straighter, inhaling a slow, deep breath. She's not quite sure what she's feeling.

     "My name is Sabine of Clan Wren, House Vizsla."

     Many of her world would condemn her for such ties, but she still had her own pride, and despite the questionable allegiances and actions of Vizsla, they were still true Mandalorian warriors.

Vizsla, hm? Oh, but isn't that a surprise. He doesn't know if she's related to the man, nor does he care. His saber still is in his hand, and he cannot help the grin. He cannot help the laugh, sharp and biting and taunting.

"Oh, but isn't this a surprise!" He flips the blade in his hand, as if to draw her attention to it. As if to make her blood boil. He may not be at full strength, but he will show her exactly what he's made of.

"Then you should know full well that by the rites of Mandalore I won my position fairly. I challenged Pre Vizsla to single combat, and I won. This sword is proof."

     She doesn't care what he thinks, but she can't help but bristle a little at his reaction. It's obvious what he's trying to do, but Sabine won't give him that satisfaction.

     "I have a hard time believing that a Sith will do anything fairly. Oh, but before you go jumping to conclusions? Just because Vizsla is associated with the Death Watch doesn't mean that I am a part of it."

     He doesn't need to know anything more about her, and while heritage is important in the culture of Mandalorians, it doesn't define her. She gestures at him loosely with a blaster.

     "So you won. Just remember, you didn't hold onto that title for very long."

"Death Watch or no, you should know your history, child." After all, history defined them. Just as it defined his position as Sith, the revenge that he carved, the past that fuels him with all the rage and pride he could hold. It burns inside of him as he turns again, paces again, stares at the waterfall that threatens to drown them both out.

"I will return to Mandalore. And when Sidious comes, I will defeat him. Savage and I will defeat him." He holds no love for his former master. And there can only be two- a master and an apprentice. There is no room in this galaxy for the both of them.

"He will be no Emperor when I am done with him."

     "I'm not a child. I'm a Mandalorian."

     It's all too easy to be angry for the sake of revenge. Sabine knows too well that it won't solve anything either, especially not in this place. For all she knows, Maul's already gotten what was coming to him. Given the nature of this city, he might even already be dead.

     There are a lot of names dropped, ones she hasn't heard before, but she makes mental note. Sometimes the best way to gain information was to just listen.

     She shakes her head. "You're not listening. Something's obviously already happened. I don't know what exactly happened to you, but I know what happened to Mandalore. All I know for sure is that you weren't there when the Empire came into power."

"Yes, yes, you are a Mandalorian, and I am a Dathomirian, and you are still a child in my eyes." He almost waves his hand dismissively as he continues to pace, This world could provide new opportunities, after all. If there were those that knee of the future of their Galaxy, of his fate, of the fate of others... He could learn what he could. And when he is returned to Mandalore?

He will use that knowledge to conquer. To take his rightful place as a true Lord of the Sith.

"And as a child, I believe you lack the proper... Perspective." A smirk curls at his lips as he turns to her again. Yes, yes, this is a temporary setback. There is much he can do in this place, outside of time and space.
"I'm playing for the long game, Lady Wren. Do try to keep up."

"Well, it'll be a little longer since you're here. Things don't work the same way in this place. You probably already realized you can't connect with the Force."

She really wants to wipe that expression off of his face, as much as she knows he's just trying to set her off. At least behind her helmet she can keep him from seeing her annoyance surface.

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