@jadesmuggler
Finding himself stranded in an unfriendly system wasn't something that Maul had intended. The trip here was supposed to be short and simple, instead it was turning into a complete mess. His ship had crashed upon entry to the small port planet and left him without any way of leaving of his own accord. He would have to pay someone to take him off planet..but he couldn't just pay anyone. Maul needed a smuggler, a skilled one at that, to get him past the multiple blockades of the system.
A task that was easier said than done.
The former Sith had been injured during the crash. He had checked himself and found a cracked rib and a deep gash on the side of his neck, though perhaps the most hindering damage was done to one of his robotic legs. The knee had been crushed, leaving him to rely on his 'walking stick' to help get past the heavy limp he now had.
Traveling from the wreckage into the nearest port town the Zabrak appeared to be nothing more than a crippled old man, his hooded cloak hiding his multitude of tattoos, keeping attention off of himself. A small cantina drew his gaze. Many pilots were gathered there, perhaps he would have luck finding someone skilled enough to get him off this planet.
Maul made his way inside, limping slowly before sitting down at the very end of the bar. He would sit, listen and wait for a smuggler to make themselves known. If there was one thing the aging Zabrak had learned in his life it was patience.