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[sithwithagun]

        THE SITH have returned! A dark menace has made its way          to the island. The renegade SITH LORD DARTH MAUL had          come across a mysterious RIFT in time and space on one of          his many missions. Upon entering, he was transported to the          island of APOLLO. He will be surprised to learn that he is not          the first one from his galaxy to have traveled there before...

[sithwithagun]

mandosgeorg​:

A Zabrak? Mando’s helm tilts up slightly as he takes in the look of this stranger’s face, and the arm that carries the Child tightens the slightest bit more around him to keep him secure. He doesn’t recognise the tattoos on this one’s face, but it isn’t his status as a stranger that’s so concerning.

“I doubt you’re unarmed,” he says evenly, and given that, he keeps his blaster pointed without a second thought to the Zabrak’s comfort. “Nobody’s unarmed here.”

And even if he did come from home, that’s hardly a guarantee for harmlessness, either. The cloak the stranger wears is certainly no comfort, that being said.

“Your weapons. Remove them and put them down.”

Mando’s posture hasn’t changed, and the grip on his blaster remains as steady and calm as it had been when this started.

“Those are my conditions for talking.”

seconds of complete silence in tension passed. yellow eyes stayed fixed on the mandalorian. he was trying to read him. obviously not that featureless face, that visor staring back, but seemingly right through. he knew how to establish eye contact, nonetheless, which he knew unsettled each and every one of those that felt the need to hide beneath a helmet. but it wasn’t the mando’s face he was trying to read. and once more, maul realized he needed to evaluate his chances very carefully.                                  and decided to drop it. this was his best shot at information, and he couldn’t jeopardize any of that by hanging on to an act too long in hopes of swaying and convincing the other still.        “ very well. “ the dathomirian reached into his robes to retrieve his only weapon, the only one he could put down -- the saber he’d once stolen and reshaped to make his own -- and set it, carefully, into the grass before him. then he straightened, standing tall. his whole demeanor... changed.                                                         “ go on then. talk. “

[sithwithagun]

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[mandosgeorg]

@sithwithagun sent: 27 > really anywhere quiet at midnight, the air vibrates // meme.

The baby’s just stopped crying. Mando keeps rocking him from side to side, though; sometimes if he stops too early, it makes the kid burst into tears again.

They’re standing on the little cliff overlooking the desert, Mando having gone there as he walked to calm the Child down. From this distance, he can’t hear it. But it pulses and shimmers in the sky, and he’s been close more than enough times to be able to imagine the noises it makes. He stands there a while watching the Zero Point, knowing that someone else is on duty but unable to help himself nevertheless. He doesn’t understand it. But, frankly, he’s not sure he really cares enough to.

“Let’s go home, ad’ika,” he says gently, but by then the Child’s started to snooze, his cheek smushed up against Mando’s cuirass. He doesn’t mind much, though.

Mando nearly misses it on his way down from the cliff. The movement. The slight flutter of a cloak.

But with the baby in his left arm, he swiftly pulls his blaster out with his right and aims at a particularly skinny tree. His helm turns, his visor unflinching.

If he shoots, the rest of the Order’s guards will come running from their patrol. (Mando never misses, though.)

“Show yourself.”

[sithwithagun]

he had simply come to investigate the source of this power he was feeling, the power that messed with his perception, the power that -- undoubtedly -- was linked to his arrival here. conveniently, it lay at what he assumed was the center of the island. and this cliff he’d climbed made a perfect vantage point; allowing him a first, good look at the spire and the power contained at its top, without having to actually get in too close.                                                                        he wanted to stay hidden. for now... but his cover, the simple dark of night had been blown. he froze, in the shadows dancing between trees, yellow eyes faintly aglow from beneath his hood. regarding the one pointing a blaster at him. finally! a blaster... he’d only come across those pesky slugthrowers so far. that was not what hit him, however, because the stranger’s visor, a distinct T, glinting in the faint moonlight... he immediately recognized it. a mandalorian? here? no way. especially feeling the force gather around him confused him--------a child? he cursed himself for wavering. then again, maul confidently blamed this place for leaving his powers stuttering.                                     the child was the source, the one connected. not the mando. the zabrak needed to think fast, act fast and now, and made the decision. shaky hands raised as if to indicate surrender, to indicate he was unarmed (more like, no weapon in his hands). “ d-don’t shoot! “ his voice cut through the silence, a voice croaky and old. this was the opportunity he’d been waiting for, to find someone to question and to finally shed some light into... all this. so he couldn’t possibly let it slip away.                        “ i-i am just trying to make sense of this place. “ not even a lie.                        “ please don’t shoot, i am unarmed! “ that... definitely a lie.

[sithwithagun]

people seem to primarily be using slugthrowers here. how annoying. how primitive.                     -----how painful, if he doesn’t watch it. will he be forced to pick up a gun himself? he refuses.