Maul pushed the large silver serving cart down the special hallway leading to the penthouse suite’s double doors. He rapped twice, heard his master invite him in, and walked inside with the cart in front. What he saw made him almost drop to the floor.

All around the room, females from almost every race on Coruscant were clad in skimpy bathing suits, five of them fawning over the aging Sith Lord. The rest were sprawled in the laps of the Jedi Council. All of the remaining guests had left their rooms and were partying with the rest of the jumbled crowd. Bottles of liqour were scattered all over the floor, tipped over and spilling their contents onto the carpet. Anakin was bent over the lap of a Twi’lek female recieving a backrub. Qui-Gon was chasing his scantily clad apprentice with a whip. Yoda and Mace bawled into their booze at the bar. Jar Jar and Amidala were backed in a corner going away at it like their was no tomorrow.

And in the center of it all was the large jacuzzi where Sidious was seated, still in his concealing robes, and being pampered by the bikini-clad females. Maul couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Jedi and Sith..in one room and all enjoying the pleasures it gave! Maul felt himself tremble with anger at being forced to witness and cater to these sickos’ needs. The laughter of the females burnt through his mind. The joyous cries of the idiot Obi-Wan brat sickened his stomach. The cooing of the Twi’lek who was massaging the boy made his lips curl up into a sneer. The seemingly endless flow of tears from Mace and Yoda caused his hands to fist tightly. The disgusting sounds of beastiality in the corner sent his temper to new heights.

But nothing got his goat like the sight of his respected master sitting in the center of bubbling water being caressed and petted by dozens of attractive females. That was it. That was the last straw.

Maul’s anger erupted into one long howl of rage as he ignited his deadly dualsaber and started slashing the furniture and floor to shreds. All noise in the room stopped and only the sound of Maul’s rage could be heard.

“You all are complete and utter perverted fools!” he bellowed, sending the pair of Jedi Knights flying into the wall with his Force. “Making me wait on all of you!” Another wave of his hand made Anakin fly out of a window. “I slaved and worked while you had fun!” Mace and Yoda followed their beloved Chosen One. “And what do I see?!” Amidala and Jar Jar went sent through a wall. “I see my master being treated like gold while I worked my ass off and became stressed for no reason!”

In the tub, the females cowered from Maul’s rage but Sidious beamed a bright evil smile at his apprentice. “Yes! Let your hatred flow! Strike me down!”

Suddenly, Maul stopped and retracted his saber blades. He stared down at his master scornfully. “Why do I keep on thinking you should be saying that to someone else, my Master?” he asked, all traces of anger gone from his voice. Sidious shrugged.

“I think you’re going crazy from this task, Maul. Come, join me in the tub and be loved by a female of your own race,” Sidious invited, gesturing to a petite brunette Zabrakian beauty. She fluttered her eyelashes as him and patted the water beside her. Grinning like a loon, Maul stripped down to his boxers and climbed into the tub. The female sat down in his lap and began stroking his head. Maul sighed contently and slid deeper into the hot water.

“Better?” Sidious asked. Maul grunted a response. “Good. Because tomorrow you do this again.”

Maul’s eyes snapped open and he uttered a final “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

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