It had been such a long time since the old sith had gone roaming about the streets for some form of intelligence. The cat and mouse chase he was constantly pursuing reminded him of his youth--where he was still a darth. He could only grind his teeth at the thought, his leather gloved fists began to clench with the force of decades of frustrations. This intel had better be worth something. Since his self proclaimed destiny had shifted on him, Maul had switched his focus of hatred from Kenobi to Vader--specifically the bloodline of Vader. For years he had been searching for everything he could. He wanted to know everyone who had been attached to the monster in the mask. Who was he close to? Where did his bloodline extend?
This intelligence he had been informed on was suppose to contain some information on Vader. It was requested information that was suppose to be delivered to the First Order. If that wasn't the case he was most certainly going to have the head of his informant. This was not the time for games. He had wasted his entire life on pursuing the wrong path, following the wrong man. He had been giving and taking wrong directions. Now was the time to make it right. He wasn't here to save the galaxy from darkness, oh no. He was here to end his own personal grudge. What he would do after that was a mystery, one he didn't care to think on at this point in time. The end was far from here, that's for sure.
Surely enough, Maul still managed to maintain a certain quietness about him even with his robotic legs. Perhaps it was through the force—or perhaps it was through personal training. Regardless, the sith moved cloaked through the busy crowd. His target had been spotted. Despite the supposed ease of the mission, something plagued him deeply. There had to be someone or something else here after the same thing he was after. For as long as he had been following his target, a strange feeling had followed as well. From the information he had been handed, his target wasn't force-sensitive. Could it be that there was another force-sensitive individual after the same information? The very thought brought out a wild aggression in Maul. So much so that the first person he made actual eye contact with shrugged back in fear before quickly walking off. A small smirk graced his lips for a brief moment. It was good to know that intimidation was still there. As for his target—the time had almost come. The poor man seemed to be lacking in funds, for the location he had followed him to was a very low class living quarters. As he quietly watched the man slip into his shabby living space, his attention turned to a stronger sensation. There was definitely and untamed force user in the area. Now he had to answer if that figure was following him or not.
