“ɪ ᴄʀᴀᴡʟ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙʏss ɴᴏᴛ ᴀs ᴀ ɢʜᴏsᴛ — ʙᴜᴛ ᴀs ᴊᴜᴅɢᴍᴇɴᴛ.” [ #multiverseRP , #StarWarsRP #Darkthemesahead #SFW/#nsfwtwtًً ]

Starter for @quigonslegacy The report had found him three systems ago. It started as a whisper. . . Then another. . . .Soon, a pattern formed. Children were disappearing from the Outer Rim. They weren't slaves or ransom victims. This was not the usual greed that drove men to hunt across the stars. These children were different. They were Force-sensitive. Taken without a trace. Entire families awoke to empty beds and open windows. Villages discovered footprints in the dirt that simply stopped. The Empire had a thousand sins to its name. This felt familiar. . . Too familiar. Maul stood alone in the cockpit of his ship. The stars stretched out before him. Endless. Cold. Silent. His hands tightened behind his back. He remembered another child. A boy stolen from his home. A boy taken from his mother. A boy taught that pain was strength and loneliness was power. A weapon before he had ever been a person. The memory settled in his chest like a blade. He hated it. He hated how easily it returned. The Empire was efficient. Sidious had always valued efficiency. If Force-sensitive children were being taken, there had to be a reason. A purpose. A future waiting for them at the end of a chain. Not a future. A cage. His yellow eyes drifted toward the holomap glowing in the darkness. The latest disappearance was a small settlement on the edge of nowhere. A girl. Nine years old. She had known things she should not have known. Dreamed things before they happened. Moved objects without touching them. Three nights ago, Imperial transports arrived. The next morning, she was gone. The Force stirred around him. Angry. Restless. His jaw tightened. He should not care. That was the truth. The galaxy was filled with suffering. Filled with children left to starve beneath the boots of tyrants. Filled with people who vanished without a name or a grave. He should not care. Yet he did. Because he knew what awaited those children. Not death. Something worse. He understood what it felt like to be shaped into a weapon. To have every weakness beaten out of you until all that remained was obedience. Hatred. Pain. The ship dropped from hyperspace. A dull red world emerged before him. Dust storms crawled across its surface like wounds. His eyes narrowed. The Force was strong here. Strong enough that even from orbit he could feel the echoes of fear. Dozens of them. Small. Young. Confused. Alive. For now. The engines growled as the ship descended through the atmosphere. His reflection stared back at him from the cockpit glass. Red skin. Black markings. Yellow eyes. A /monster,/ some would say. Perhaps they were right. But monsters recognized monsters. And he knew exactly what awaited those children if he arrived too late. The landing gear struck the earth with a heavy thud. Silence followed. Maul rose from his seat. The familiar weight of his lightsaber settled against his hip. Outside, the wind screamed across the wasteland. His cloak shifted around him as he stepped down the ramp. The darkness ahead felt wrong. Artificial. Controlled. Imperial. His gaze fixed on a distant facility carved into the side of a canyon. Small lights burned against the night. The Force flowed from it like blood from an open wound. His expression hardened. For a long moment, he stood there, staring. Remembering. A frightened child. A mother's face. Chains he had never truly escaped. Then he began to walk. Slowly. Purposefully. The wind tore at his cloak. The canyon waited. And somewhere inside, children sat in cages, unaware that the Empire had just made a very old mistake. For the first time in many years, Maul was not walking toward power. He was walking toward a memory. And memories, he had learned, could be far more dangerous than hatred.

#ᴋᴏʟꜱᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄʟᴇꜱ I just got back from surgery and.boy I am in so much pain

RT @PURGATlO: ◜                     𝐖𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝙬𝙞𝙥𝙚 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐒｡ ❜

RT @MORTlSUMBRA: ⠀truth ⠀is ⠀... ⠀the ⠀game ⠀was ⠀rigged ⠀from ⠀the ⠀𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭.

⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀❝ You're Vader's puppet. . .❞ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀Subject 1138 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀Rogue Clone. #SWRP #MVRP

RT @anarchistempath: ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

#ᴋᴏʟꜱᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄʟᴇꜱ I have to waterboard myself because I forgot to drink water so they can actually find my vane for the surgery

Babygirl #obiwankenobi