The Soulless One pierced through the outer atmosphere of this unnamed but inhabitable planet, the ship completely silent as it aligns with an approach vector towards two ships one of them looks like a silver knife, the other looking like a darkened dagger, with a face on a round hilt.
Starkiller slowly opened his eyes and let out a slow breath from his nostrils, outwardly he looked completely calm and serene…like the most skilled of Jedi Masters.
But on the inside his blood was boiling, his mind was raging, he'd gone through thousands of training sessions with Proxy, Hinata and the advanced Holodeck within the Rogue Shadow to prepare himself for fights like this one.
A smirk appears on his face showing off a bit of incisor overbite his eyes filling with a cold predatory. Maul feels him and sends out a challenge through the Force.
Starkiller's smirk turns into a vicious smile, before he puts on the helmet belonging to the Sith Lord Starkiller Armor.
The Soulless One flies low over Maul's location, canopy sliding open, Starkiller jumps out of the Starfighter and lands in front of Maul and the hostages in a superhero pose.
Barley a small bit of dust kicked up by his landing before he unleashes his true presence in The Force.
A cyclone of force energy so thick it becomes visible to normal vision, the surviving people of Naboo faint while the Jedi and Sith apprentice experience the brunt of this Force user's power.
Through his delirium caused by the pain of being impaled through the stomach by the Sith's lightsaber Qui-Gon can just barely feel his young friend's presence underneath all that chaos, darkness and light constantly clashing against one another but also finding a strange balance.
"Hmm, I didn't know Sith Lords knew how to use Medkits…I thought you guys just suffered through injuries or applied lightning to make you hate yourselves more." If Qui-Gon could, he would have laughed at the offhanded comment, as this Darth Maul actually did try to hit him with some lighting but could only manage a couple of thin sparks at his fingertips.
Qui-Gon looks towards the still unconscious Obi-Wan, a feeling of grief for the boy's loss almost overwhelming him before he releases those feelings into the force.
He can mourn his young apprentice's loss later when they aren't on the precipice of a very painful death.
The sound of Lightsabers igniting draws Qui-Gon's attention to the duel, it's so fast both fighters are but a blur…but his friend clearly has an advantage over Maul.
"Try not to jizz in your pants, ya horny masochist!" A massive arc of lightning pounds into the Dathmomirian Zabrak making him drop to his knees and…moan.
"Wow, that explains so much about how you survived missing your lower half on a junk world for like eleven to twelve years…did Palpatine touch you in your no-no places too? Did he stroke your little horns…and make you suck on the trouser lollipop after hitting you with some lighting?" A laugh tore out of Qui-Gon followed by him coughing up some blood.
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'I feel disgusting…' I can't help but think as Maul writhes on the ground in front of me…not screaming in agony from my lightning, no instead he's moaning like a whore.
Keeping up my stream of lightning, while walking closer to Maul, using my lightsaber to cut off his legs, reproductive equipment and arms up to the shoulders.
Before using Force Sleep to knock his weird ass out. Walking over to the people of Naboo, and the two Jedi.
Waking everyone up, getting the handmaidens to start administering proper first aid to both Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon. While getting the guards, pilots, engineers and R2-D2 to search both the Scimitar and The Queen's Starship for any surprises.
Retrieving the control remote for the Scimitar and it's accessories from Maul's severed arm. I then use the force to load Maul into the Soulless One. Set the Nav computer to take him to the Jedi temple on Coruscant with a holo recording that says.
Torture is foreplay for Maul…just use a little bit of it and he'll tell you all he knows about his master…maybe even use an old white man, like Master Dooku for the interrogation, just make sure he's wearing all black holding a flogging tool and a shock baton.
Once the Scimitar was deemed safe to fly and I had appropriated R2D2 to be my wingman and pilot I headed off to rendezvous at a rally point Sabe had picked…which is a deep space, space station used by Naboo Security forces space protection fleet.
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Master Yoda was the first to arrive at the landing pad having felt the dark side's presence approaching the temple.
Seeing the thoroughly defeated Sith in the cockpit Master Yoda presses the blinking message that makes a holo projector turn on.
"Master Yoda, this is the apprentice of the real Sith Lord's apprentice. I fought him to save Jedis Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi…the guy has a weird kink for old, politically savvy white men, so I suggest using someone like Master Dooku to extract information from him. Just make sure Dooku is wearing all black on holding come form of torture tool and a powerful shock baton that the apprentice can't see so he thinks he's being tortur…rewarded by his master…"
"Trolling this one is, funny it is…like him I do." Master Yoda lets out a chuckle before growing serious once more.
"Wonder I do…of my old Padawan will enjoy this role, chosen for him...I do." Yoda releases an amused snickering sound, while using the force to levitate Maul out of the cockpit if this strange Starfighter of unknown make and carrying to one of the "special" and isolated mediation chambers, within the temple typically reserved for Jedi who have fallen to the dark side and show no sign of returning to the light.
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