#feral yoda

[tcw-incorrect-quotes]

Anakin: I wish I could block people in real life. Mace Windu: A restraining order. Yoda: Murder.

[pencil-urchin]

I'm WHEEZING 😂

I made such a noise of distress and dismay that my husband came over and asked what was wrong 😂

Anakin gets traumatized

Bonus:

[allskywalkerswhine]

in fics where luke gets plopped into the prequels i want every jedi within ten metres of him to think hes the weirdest jedi theyve ever seen. he has negative lightsaber form. he doesnt know what a kata is. he handstands when he meditates. his solution to sith is to try and have a chat. hes a political radical who keeps suggesting revolution. you ask him what the jedi code is and he says "kindness and compassion and helping those in need :) ". you ask how he used the force like that and he says some shit about how you are a luminous being limited only by your mind. the councils authority is just a suggestion. he is somehow the new favourite of both qui gon and yoda

[izzystizzys]

Die Alone: The Coruscant Guard Christmas Special

All‘s calm and quiet on Coruscant, for once - the Senate‘s either gone home to celebrate the universally beloved Xeshmas with their closest, or is attending the annual festive bash at the Spakatomi Splaza buildings, sponsored by Chandrila. At 79’s, a horde of merry Commanders get together to bask in the Xeshmas spirit (red, green and white shots) and celebrate another year survived. But wait, Bacara groans into someone’s boots only thirty minute into their jolly bash, where the kriff is Fox? Ignored the invite again?

A strange feeling comes over Cody. He spent the entire day brooding, telling everyone who would listen that he has the strangest sensation of having forgotten something important and being told it can’t be that important if he’s forgotten it (Wooley) or to quit being such a partypooper (Rex). Now, it dawns on him.

He never sent that comm to Fox.

To be entirely fair, Fox probably couldn’t have attended either way - stuck as he is as the singular vod on babysitting shift at the empty Senate building. Still, it would’ve been nice to at least hear from some of the others, considering he saw them all loiter towards the clubbing district on security cams anyways. Now, here he sits and gathers dust - as a glorified secretary while his brothers are off partying or on security detail at Spakatomi Splaza.

Fox heaves a deep sigh and traces expletives in the thin film of dust on the reception desk. One positive of this whole thing - for once, he’s safe from being accosted and having slurs thrown at him by uppity senate staff, or, Force forbid, being called on a special mission by the Chancellor. He’s safely in his Nubian mansion by now, thank the Galaxy.

Thire and Ballsy are heading the party security, which, most ridiculous kriffing thing he’s had to assign troopers to in a long time. He would’ve doomed himself to it, but the Chancellor specially requested he man the desks and empty Senate. Fox is, after all, the best of the best.

Kriffing Xeshmas parties. Mothma, who’s usually capable of critical thought, specially requested they be in softshell for this assignment - to make their guests feel more comfortable and off the clock, she told Fox with a completely straight face.

Imagine that. Off the clock. Hah.

Fox is so busy watching the imaginary off-time he’s only heard of in dreams that he doesn’t even register the sudden plunge into darkness, until he starts to blink and his brain slowly comes back online.

Well, kriff.

With a heavy, internalized eyeroll, he flicks at his vambrace. Nothing. Taps for the light-controls. Nothing. Pokes at the screens of various pads.

Nothing.

…double-kriff.

With a much more external sigh, Fox heaves himself to his feet and attempts to manually flick on his helmet lights, only to grunt out a string of curses when he realizes they shorted out along with everything else. He gropes at his belt and -

Yup, magpack on the blaster too. Great.

Fox trudges through the empty, darkened corridors with all the enthusiasm of the world’s saddest glorified customer service worker, mentally cursing all the great forces at work to create this extraordinarly shit day for him.

Mothma for throwing stupid kriffing Xeshmas parties and requesting an unreasonable amount of softshell (!) Guard for it.

Palpatine for ordering him to babysit the Galaxy’s center of operations alone.

Cody and all the rest of them for not even kriffing pretending to invite him to anything anymore.

This stupid kriffing generator for deciding to kick it at the worst possible moment, and whoever was stupid enough to make the whole Senate power grid and comm access dependent on one single kriffing -

Fox freezes, all at once.

Voices. Plural. Outside.

Slowly, Fox creeps towards the slide doors leading outside. He pries them open gently, careful not to allow for a single creak or slip that could give him away. It’s more likely to be nothing than anything, but -

“ - enter from the trash chute, while Bossk takes the staff entrance on the other side and cover more ground that way. Bane, you will screw off the vent covers through the third floor exit and -“

“I know what I’m doing”, a deep, gravelly voice interrupts that sends shivers down Fox’ spine. He’d hoped he’d never have to encounter it outside a criminal court recording again - triple kriff. “I don’t need your lectures, Sing.”

“Touchy today, are we?”, Aurra Sing says, snidely, and it begins to dawn on Fox exactly how kriffed he really is. “Relax, Bane. We know what we’re doing. The Chancellor’s treasury doesn’t stand a chance in Sith-hell.”

A low, vibrating hiss answers her, trembling with laughter. Fox has to force himself to hold his breath to keep in the expletives that want to slip free, hands cold and clammy in his gloves.

“Alright, everyone on position. We wait an hour for the commotion to really get started over at Spakatomi, and then -“

Deciding he’s heard enough, Fox carefully shifts the sliding doors back closed and inches back through the hallways with his heart hammering in his chest. Kriff, kriff and double-kriff this stupid kriffing holiday - first thing he’s doing when he gets out of this alive is outlaw the very idea of Xeshmas for all acting GAR personnel, and then he’s going to shove a Nabooian fir-tree up the ass of Jango Fett’s kriffing ghost, because somehow, this too is his fault. Fox just knows it.

First, though, he’ll have to keep three of the Galaxy’s most infamous and deadly bounty hunters from stealing Republic secrets and treasures on his own.

(Somewhere, among the debris-littered ring of planetary satellites, a string of increasingly desperate comms waits to go through:

CC-4477: FOX

CC-4477: FOX HELP

CC-4477: FOOOOOOOX

CC-4477: THERE ARE SEPPIE TERRORISTS IN THE LOBBY THEY ARE BEATING UP ORGANA

CC-4477: I AMN HIDNG I TOLET

CC-4477: Sorry for that, Commander. The situation is back under control - I have acquired a bomb. I‘m sure you‘re right outside with the others setting up a perimeter - I‘ll keep the hostages safe, ori‘vod! :) -Thire)

[armoralor]

absolutely delighted Sabine Wren is officially apart of the same lineage as Count Dooku. he would fucking hate it and I love that

[bolithesenate]

not to be a fanon girlie on main but I think we should consider taking away the 'human' label from Dooku

he comes from a planet that has at least one magic space dragon, was under Sith hegemony for a while and according to wookiepedia has enough of a chiss population that they count it distinctly.

honestly, the exact details I don't care about. Are most serennians part chiss? did the sith do some fucked-up genetic fuckery and alchemy on them that still has unexpected influences on their behavior/immune system?? Did they just evolve funny because that's the same planet that gave us the magic space dragon???

a combination of these?

something else entirely?

like. if we can decide that no, stewjoni are their own thing, then surely we can give the same treatment to Serenno

[snapmite1998]

Chapter 17: Siege of Dathomir

Amidst the chaos and destruction on Dathomir, the Sith brothers—Maul, Savage, and Feral Opress—moved like an unstoppable force, their crimson lightsabers a storm of lethal efficiency. Each slash and thrust was executed with a grim precision, reducing the Republic's brave soldiers and Jedi defenders into grievously outmatched contenders in a battle now tipped towards despair.

Clones fought valiantly with their blasters, and Jedi parried with lightsabers that hummed in protest against the Sith onslaught, but Maul and his brothers were relentless predators. Individually, they struck with the power of an avalanche; together, they were a hurricane that seemed impervious to resistance.

In the midst of the battlefield, Maul advanced upon a fallen clone commander, the commanding officer among the beleaguered troops. His silhouette, lit by the angry embers of the burning Acclamator behind him, cast a towering shadow of menace over the prone figure. The clone reached feebly for his weapon, his training imploring him to continue the fight, but found himself overpowered and immobilized by Maul's oppressive presence. Without hesitation, Maul plunged his ignited lightsaber through the clone's back, the crimson blade erupting through his chest, bringing a swift and final darkness. Savage and Feral continued their grim dance nearby, saber blades flashing in arcs as more soldiers fell to their wrath.

With a casual brutality that reflected the harshness of his being, Maul removed the clone's helmet, letting it fall to the ground beside them before activating the recording device embedded within it. His eyes, alive with a dangerous satisfaction, focused on the lens, knowing the message would reach Republic command. Gazing directly into the helmet's camera, his fierce visage filled the screen with malevolent intent. "Citizens of the Republic," Maul intoned with low, menacing clarity, allowing the words to sink into the cold depths of their doom. "Your siege of Dathomir has resulted in the slaughter of countless clone legions and the greatest the Jedi Order had to offer lie shattered before us."

The camera continued recording as fires blazed behind him, the flickering glimpses of the shattered Republic invasion force and the triumphant forces of Crimson Dawn.

"Tell your Chancellor and tell the Jedi Council," he continued, allowing each phrase to resonate with the implacable certainty of fate unfolding. "The Sith have have triumphed and will continue to do so, with power unrivaled. And soon, your galaxy will feel the wrath of the dark side."

With a flick of his wrist, Maul deactivated the recording, knowing the message would find its way to those who had dared to defy him, a herald of the fears that now gripped the galaxy with perilous consequence.

As the recording ceased, the battlefield continued its descent into chaos, the galaxy hanging on the precipice of change, where darkness sought to drown the light beneath an ever-encroaching shadow.

[cross-d-a]

Fandom: Star Wars, Prequel Trilogy, Jedi Apprentice Series, The Wrath of Darth Maul, Star Wars: Rebels, Star Wars Legends: Tales of the Jedi

Chapter: 27/?

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi & Xanatos, Qui-Gon JInn & Feemor, Feemor & Bruck Chun, Xanatos & Qui-Gon Jinn

Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Xanatos, Qui-Gon Jinn, Feemor, Bruck Chun, Bant Eerin, Tahl, Quinlan Vos, Ahsoka Tano, Orykan Tamarik, Cay Qel-Droma

Additional Tags:  Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Angst, Fluff, Liberal Use of the Force, Found Family, Secret Identity, Yoda's Disaster Lineage, Redemption, Psychological Trauma, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, PTSD, Panic Attacks, Slavery, Minor Character Death, Graphic Death, Body Horror, Force Ghosts, Minor OCs, BAMF Obi-Wan Kenobi

Summary:

“Young Bant Eerin is having…difficulties.”

Feemor frowns. “Master, we have no way of knowing what she is truly seeing. It could be past, present or future— and we do not even know if the future she sees will come to pass.”

Even so, Bant’s visions are troubling, full of shadow and violence. At the centre of it all is one person. Sometimes man. Sometimes boy. Sometimes something else entirely. But it is always Kenobi, there is no denying that. His essence is the same, no matter how it twists and warps and crumbles.

“If we could only find him—” Qui-Gon interrupts himself, gaze far-off. “In another life, maybe, he could have been my- my padawan, but now…”

Feemor worries for his former Master. And for this strange youngling he's never even met, and likely never will.

--

In which Obi-Wan acts in the only way he knows how after a lifetime of regret and self-sacrifice.

But the thing with that is this: Obi-Wan has thought himself to be alone for far, far too long. And he is not the only player on the field.

[david-talks-sw]

Okay so this is so stupid but it made me laugh.

There's this line in Yoda: Dark Rendezvous that made me laugh so much when I heard it on the audiobook:

“More than eight hundred years has Yoda survived, through dangers you could not dream." "I know how to kill," Dooku hissed. Yoda's eyes opened wide, like balls of green fire. "Yes - but Yoda knows how to live!”

Because it's great and epic and deep etc... but the first thing that came to my mind when I heard it again was the Jedi from the Auralnauts videos, in which they're all a bunch of party-goers who are so high on heroin they get magical powers.

So for a full 10 seconds what went through my mind was Yoda essentially telling Dooku:

"I've lived for 800 years, I've made love to a Hutt and did deathsticks with Gungans, I've beaten Orn Free Taa at a sandwich-eating contest and I rode a thermal-seeking missile over the Mandalorian skies, I tamed the Terentatek of Kashyyk and had a toga party with the Supreme Chancellor Lina Soh mere hours before she gave an important speech. Yoda doesn't just survive, Yoda knows how to fucking live, Dooku! What have you done with your life?!"

[backpackingspace]

okay but good times no one turns evil disaster lineage au that don't include rael jedi lord biker gang rael or komari vosa I fell in love with my master and then fell to the darkside when dooku was creeped out I don't want it.

[zaddymaul]

no one ever:

me: fuck this im going to rewrite star wars

[tcw-incorrect-quotes]

Before the council took in Grogu: Yoda: Make them like me no more, they do not. The last of my kind, I am.  Mace Windu: Thank gods.

[mercurydancer]

Hi! Really random question but your depiction of Maul is by far my all time favorite, and I would really like to know how do you think Maul would feel about rollercoasters? I know, I know, a really dumb, random question, but I was at the Universal parks in Orlando these past few days and looking up at the newer coaster they have (the Velocicoaster, it's Jurassic World themed and fast as hell) and I don't know why but the thought of "Would Maul like the adrenaline of rollercoasters?" just poofed right into my mind. Like, would he like them or is there something about the whole thing he would avoid? the that got me thinking, how would Savage and Feral would feel? (I just re-read An Unexpected Chance and the three Oppress brothers are living in my head rent free lol) And then having them on the brain got me thinking about Eeth and Agen since they're Zabraks too would they like rollercoasters too? Then that lead to what about Tiq and Plo and MACE?? Like the wait time was about an hour but I spent a good chunk of it trying to think all this through XD Idk I just want all these characters to be happy and have fun at theme parks and live their best lives, Maker knows they deserve it :') Anyway, sorry for the long ass, random ask, but this is all buzzing in my brain and I need to get it out to someone lol

EXCUSE? Your FAVORITE?? Not even just. One of, THE favorite? Shut the fuck up, you're trying to kill me. That is entirely too nice.

Also, aside from that. Your ask ate my brain.

Enjoy

_

            “You’ve literally never been to a theme park?” Anakin asked, staring at Maul as though he’d grown another head.

          Maul leveled an unamused stare on him. “Why would I want to?”

          “They’re fun?” Anakin answered, his brows rising. “You get to go somewhere where there’s no consequences for going really fast, no one is in danger, and you get to just have fun for a day.”

          Maul’s mouth curled, but before he could answer Ahsoka plopped on the back of the chair next to him. “What are you guys talking about?”

          “Maul’s never been to a theme park.”

          Maul stared at Anakin, waves of betrayal and annoyance and…

          “YOU’VE NEVER BEEN TO A THEME PARK?”

          Oh…here it came…

          “No,” Maul said, “between freeing slaves and attempting to free my Brothers from Dathomir, I did not have the time.”

          Both of them got very quiet, “Oh,” Ahsoka mumbled, “yes, that’s…that’s very important.”

          “But you have to have fun sometimes, Maul!” Anakin said, “even when you’re freeing slaves, I podraced and I was a slave.”

          “Your Master made you for the money,” Maul said.

          “Didn’t stop it from being fun,” Anakin kicked the chair, frowning. “But even so, your brothers are free! You’re working on finding… You know, I bet you the Clones would love to go to a theme park.”

          “Anakin all three hundred thousand men could not go to the same theme park.”

          “Well, no, but…we could at least take a few that might want to come?”

          “Who said anything about ‘we’?”

          “Where are you going?” Feral asked.

          Maul closed his eyes and prayed to the Force, whatever Gods paid attention to Nightbrothers, and to the Sith itself to save him.

          He opened his eyes and Feral and Savage were still there.

          Fuck.

          “We were talking about going to a theme park,” Ahsoka answered, grinning up at them brightly. “Have you ever gone?”

          “What is a theme park?” Feral asked.

          “You get to go on rides!”

          Feral and Savage both stilled.

          “Rollercoasters,” Maul said, “or other things of that nature. They are designed to go very fast, take you on a short track that runs up, down, side to side, and potentially upside down.”

          “Oh!” Feral said, “that sounds…kind of fun?”

          “No, it does not,” Maul frowned.

          “You don’t know, you’ve never been,” Anakin said, sticking his nose up at him, and turning to Feral and Savage. “It is! You get to have all of the adrenaline of a fast chase or a podrace, but none of the danger. I…would admittedly like the danger, but it was the only thing that Obi-Wan let me go on when I was younger, and…I do like them. Qui-Gon doesn’t like them very much, though. He gets sick.”

          “Qui-Gon gets motion sick?” Maul asked. “That might be rather funny to watch.”

          “So long as you’re not anywhere near him,” Anakin said. “He threw up on Obi-Wan’s shoes.”

          Maul laughed.

          “Oh, that’s not a good sound,” Obi-Wan hums, and that is the moment when Maul realizes he is damned.

          He is damned, because the Force, the Gods of the Nightbrothers, and even the Sith itself have all conspired to force him into this position, and he hates it.

          “Be nice, Obi-Wan, he can’t help he laughs like that,” Ahsoka said.

          Maul hated everything.

          “What is the reason for the laughter, if I may ask?” Obi-Wan asked, choosing to ignore the comment.

          Good choice.

          “We’re talking about going to a theme park,” Anakin said. “Maul, Feral, and Savage have never gone. We also were talking about maybe taking some of the Clones?”

          “We’d have to rent out the theme park for over a week!” Obi-Wan said. “We can’t just bring some and not all.”

          “I mean we could do it, though, couldn’t we? We saved all of the Senators!”

          ��They’re busy rebuilding the new Senate building, they don’t have the means,” Obi-Wan denied. “But maybe we could ask…”

          “I’ll ask,” Ahsoka beams, “Feral, Savage, come with me! And call…Cote, he knows how to look very polite.”

          Maul blinked, watching as she grabbed his brother’s hands and dragged them out, Anakin following. Maul looked to Obi-Wan.

          Obi-Wan just grinned.

          Fuck.

          Maul was staring at a theme park.

          This in itself would have been bad enough, but he was somehow staring at a theme park with an entourage that consisted of Feral, Savage, Ahsoka, Anakin, Agen, Depa, Eeth, Mace, Plo, Qui-Gon, Tiq, Yoda, Yaddle, a handful of Brothers that decided that they would like to come, and a massive amount of Clones. There were also plenty of other Jedi, but they were keeping their distance and had spent more time mingling. Boba had also come, with Bail and Breha who were taking care of him while his father got his shit together, and of course that meant that Padmé was also there.

          Maul still did not understand how this had happened. All he knew is apparently Ahsoka had asked his brothers and Cote to all stand there and look very sad when Ahsoka explained that they had never been to a theme park before.

          Somehow, the combination of the Jedi having saved the Galaxy, the Clones having been trained from decanting to be Soldiers, and the Nightbrothers having been slaves from birth had combined to the agreement of a special day that was to celebrate them, as well as show off to the Galaxy how good the theme park was. The tradeoff for a free time was basically lots of publicity.

          Maul hated publicity.

          They were making a speech, Maul could see, not really paying attention to what they were saying, but aware of how they were speaking of the importance of joy, of laughter, and talking about how important it was to give it to people that had never had it.

          Maul wanted to roll his eyes. They had joy, and plenty of laughter, and he could tell that his brothers were shifting, something unhappy buzzing in their souls. The Clones, the Soldiers also seemed a bit unsure, but…

          Free theme park.

          For more than a week.

          And then they finally opened the gates, clearly hoping for a massive pouring in… But they had forgotten that the people they were welcoming had been slaves and soldiers and also Jedi – who were naturally repressed.

          There was no rush to the gate, the people applauding as they walked through in their lines were forced to applaud for much longer than they clearly had hoped for.

          That was funny.

          They finally made it through, were told to ‘cut loose,’ try what they wanted, everything was open, everything was free, including the food. They had typical theme park fair, which…was fine. Maul thought. He hadn’t ever had any.

          He’d find out.

          They finally made it through the gate which closed behind them, there was a pause as the Nightbrothers and the Soldiers all clearly waited for someone to tell them what to do…

          “Find a ride!” Ahsoka yelled out, “AND START, PLAYING!”

          There was a pause, and they finally started to drift. The Nightbrothers stayed close together, Maul very aware of the small kittens that they were walking with, carefully protected in the center. They had heard that the theme park was meant to be fun for children, and both the Clones and the Brothers had brought their younglings with them. And then, of course, Ahsoka had grabbed his hand and was beaming at him.

          “Come on,” she said, her eyes wide and delighted, “we have to try a roller coaster!”

          “Must we?” Maul asked, but it was over before it had begun, finding himself running after her as she dragged him. Anakin was right next to him, and then his brothers were coming. They ran towards, predictably, the biggest, fastest looking coaster in the entire park.

          Maul noticed though, that as they ran, a few more of the Clones and the Brothers began moving faster towards whatever caught their eye. He could see his Brothers pointing out different rides, crouching down towards the kittens, speaking to them quietly.

          Maul still did not know how he felt about the kittens.

          They were very small.

          There were still reflections in their eyes when he looked at them. Reflections and glimpses of happiness, but also terrible pain.

          Everything was still confused. Tiq said it would get better, and had been working with him to put together his memories. There was so much to sort through… But his introspection was solidly interrupted at the sight of the coaster before them.

          Ahsoka looked up, and up…and then turned to him with the biggest smile. “You ready for your first roller coaster?”

          Maul stared at it, felt his mouth twist at the corners.

          “Yes!” Feral called out, standing next to him. “Do you mind if I steal my twin?”

          Ahsoka grinned, and let go of his hand, Maul finding Feral’s grip on his other hand suddenly, looking up to his brother.

          “You want to go together?”

          Maul sighed, “fine.”

          And then they had walked into line and were lining up. As they walked through the empty walkway that was meant to force them into some manner of order, Maul watched as more Clones and Brothers lined up. There were no younglings, all of them too small, but he noticed a few of the Clones he knew.

          The blond one that had been there for Boba, had taken the name Rex the last he’d heard, was following up Anakin, Anakin striking up a happy conversation with him.

          They were getting closer after that, joining in the conversation, and Maul was happy to see that his Brothers were doing the same.

          Feral grinned at him and Maul found himself smiling back without hesitation. It was a…strange reaction, one he was not used to, but did not mind.

          They finally made it to the coaster itself, standing there for a moment as they decided where to sit, before Feral tugged him towards the front. Maul followed without thought, Savage behind them. The coaster was divided into six separate cars, four seats within them, and Maul was surprised to realize it required them to stand up. Each individual seat would adjust to the height of the person in them.

          “Well, at least your legs won’t be dangling,” Feral grinned, waggling his brows at him.

          Maul sneered.

          One of the operators approached – also a Zabrak, a wide grin on her mouth. Feral’s hand tightened on his own, and Maul held tight, taking a step forward. She paused for a moment, her gaze darting between them and stopped a reasonable distance back, that smile still on her mouth. Maul in that one moment was grateful. Her smile was warm, and there was no hint that she had meant to get closer, no hurt, and nothing to suggest that she was annoyed.

          “Hello,” she said, “welcome to the Jackhammer,” she grinned with all her teeth, “before I let you on, I am going to ask that you put these…” she lifted up a series of caps that Maul realized would fit on their horns, “on the horns most likely to hit the seat. Thank you for your cooperation, as soon as you have them on we’ll get you situated in your ride.”

          She went down the line, another working from the back of the car, the two of them handing out caps.

          Maul sighed, working them on his horns, Feral and Savage doing the same, and finally going over to adjust themselves in the seat, the other operator helping them get situated and buckling them up, making sure they were in place and situated.

          It was a remarkably efficient thing, and Maul wondered mildly about the term ‘jackhammer.’

          He had a feeling that some of the non-Zabraks weren’t about to have a good time.

          Once they were all adjusted they turned their attention to the Operator, who was grinning at all of them.

          “Hello everybody and welcome to the Jackhammer, we are going to take you 62 meters up, drop you at 90 degrees, roll around at a lovely and brisk 70 mph, and take you on more loop the loops and hops than you want to think about. If you’re not seeing stars by the end of it – you’re not on the Jackhammer, thank you for riding~”

          She had pressed the button to start the ride before any of them had time to process, the car rolling forward quickly before the chain caught hold of them, slowly beginning to ratchet them up.

          Feral was suddenly leaning over. “Maul, Maul, what did she mean seeing stars? Are we going to be okay?”

          Maul paused for a moment, realizing that the end of the chain was coming up shortly, they were getting higher and higher, the view expansive. There were so many Clones, there were so many Brothers, and the realization that a few of them had started to run, to push at each other… Maul was suddenly in a good mood. He turned to Feral.

          “No.”

          And then they were going straight down as the chain released them, and Feral and Savage were screaming.

          Maul laughed.

          And also found that he was right.

          Maul knew what the coaster was going to do, could predict what the forces would be, his natural affinity with machines and with the forces that worked on them meant that it was nearly impossible for it to surprise him. There was not much adrenaline, his body shifting slightly to prepare for each wild loop, and bounce. The speed was nice, and his brothers’ shrieking was also nice, but…

          It wasn’t precisely…exciting.

          He figured that was alright though.

          They finally made it to the end of the coaster, the stops jerking them to a halt, Feral and Savage heaving for breath. Maul couldn’t help the grin on his face.

          They were released from the seats, and Maul turned to Savage and Feral, who were staring at him…

          Maul took off the caps on his horns, put them where they belonged, watching as they did the same…and then ran.

          They chased after him.

          Maul led them on a wild chase down the exit ramp, laughing all the while as they hollered various threats, amusement nonetheless burning bright in the words, and in their auras.

          Feral finally caught hold of him as Maul decided he was done running, lifting him up, and for a moment Maul did not understand where this was going, and then Savage clocked his head against Maul’s own at a high rate of speed.

          That was adrenaline.

           It was a very SOLID thunk! Their horns interlocking and the feeling of another Zabrak latching on after the headbutt was a burst of adrenaline and amusement, and Maul grinned wide.

          “Upset?”

          “I thought we were going to die,” Savage said.

          “I thought that was part of the appeal?”

          THUNK!

          Maul laughed, Feral dropping him down and thunking him a couple times as well.

          “Alright,” Maul laughed, “I’m sorry,” he grinned. “Shall we go on another?”

          “Yeah, sure!” Feral beamed.

          “Another big one?”

          “Why not,” Savage agreed. “Did you enjoy it?”

          “It was…alright,” Maul said. “Your reactions were enjoyable though.”

          “Happy to please,” Feral rolled his eyes and Maul grinned.

          They walked through the park, talking to various Brothers, and Clones, meeting up with Padmé for another ride. She smiled wide, hugging them.

          “I’m so happy you’re all here,” she said, pulling back. “Come on, let’s go.”

          They met different people as they went through various rides, Maul finding that the rides were nonetheless mostly the same.

Maul rode with Tiq and Plo once, finding with surprise that Plo rather loved roller coasters. They were safe adrenaline, as Plo put out, and they weren’t dangerous enough to threaten his rebreather, so he could ride safely. Tiq enjoyed going with Plo because he went on the bigger ones.

And then he found Depa and Mace and the realization that there were racing coasters was enough to get them on a coaster together, while Anakin, Obi-Wan and Ahsoka were on another. Qui-Gon was looking a particularly interesting shade of green, Savage and Feral cheering for them, planning on racing the winner. Maul couldn’t help but laugh.

Naturally, their car won, leading to much consternation and yelling from Ahsoka and Anakin.

Obi-Wan pretended to be above it until Maul informed him that it was about as slow as he was. And then he was perfectly interested in sassing.

Maul didn’t give him the opportunity.

          Agen and Eeth were more than happy to join them for some of the rides that were too violent for humans, whooping and hollering all the while. It was funny watching Agen tease Eeth, and Maul was happy to bask in the feeling of their amusement, their happiness that they were there, they were safe.

They found Yoda in the kiddie area, as well as a swarm of kittens listening to him talk about Jedi stories, their eyes wide, purring all around.

They immediately jumped on Feral and Savage and Maul when they saw them, happily yelling out about how happy they were to see them. Maul still did not know how to feel about that.

In the end…Maul thought it was not that bad, though the roller coasters remained the least favorite. There were a few that went in different directions, and he didn’t mind the ones that threw a curve at him, but most of the time they were…pleasant. Which he didn’t think was meant to be the point, but he found that while he was not sure about the rides themselves, he more than enjoyed the company.

          Maul had been alone for so long…he was getting to the point where he could feel the edges of his tolerance fraying, but it was not…entirely unpleasant.

          They finally sat at one of the tables after they had ridden so many rides Feral’s legs were like jelly. There was amusement burning between them, Maul finding that he had been in more hornlocks than he had in his entire life. There were Clones around them, ones that he did not know by name yet, but ones that immediately recognized them.

          They were very happy to talk, sharing snacks, and discussing what else they were planning on doing.

          It was getting dark by the time they were on the last ride, and when they came in for a halt the sight of fireworks lighting up the sky signaled the end of the day, and a celebration that would last most of the night.

          All in all…not that bad of an experience.

          Maul would never admit it.

[konoa-t]

Stories of possession and succumbing to the darkness are one of my favorite things in the world

Good soup

[ofyoungbamboo]

This is what I keep disappearing to help build

[ohsweetzombiecthulhu]

Yoda: Come for 2 delinquents, I have.

Officer: Sorry, sir. We didn't realize they were Jedi.

Yoda: Once their Master gets them, Jedi they won't long be.

(Ahsoka and Anakin in jail)

Ahsoka: So, who are you gonna call?

Anakin: I would call Obi-Wan, but I feel safer here.