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Darth Maul stood atop the throne of Mandalore, the Darksaber in his grasp, Pre Viszla's body laying at his feet. The Shadow Collective had won. Mandalore was his. He had achieved what no Sith before him had dared to dream—absolute rule over the strongest warriors in the galaxy.
And then, the child appeared.
A small Mandalorian girl, no older than five, stood in the wreckage of the throne room, arms crossed, a deep scowl on her face.
“You beat Pre Vizsla,” she said, her voice filled with judgment. “So now you’re Mand’alor.”
Maul frowned. “Yes.”
“That means you have to take care of me.”
“…What?”
She huffed. “You beat my kidnapper. That makes you responsible for me now.”
Maul turned slowly to Savage, his brother who was still standing behind him, arms crossed in amusement.
“I believe she is mistaken,” Maul said, already taking a step back.
Savage smirked. “No, no, she has a point. It’s the Mandalorian way.”
Maul’s eye twitched. “I rule this planet now. I do not—”
“She’s right, actually,” Bo-Katan cut in, standing in the shadows with her arms crossed. “You want to be accepted as Mand’alor? Then you’d better start acting like one. That means taking responsibility.”
Maul gritted his teeth. He had spent years plotting his revenge, perfecting his combat skills, enduring exile, surviving being bisected—only to be defeated by Mandalorian cultural traditions.
The child, completely unimpressed with the terrifying Sith Lord, raised her arms. “Up.”
“No.”
She kicked him in the shin.
Maul barely held back a snarl, instead turning and gesturing wildly at Savage. “He is my second-in-command. He will take care of you.”
The little girl squinted up at Savage, then turned back to Maul. “I want you.”
Savage let out a loud chuckle. “Oh no, brother, this one’s all yours.”
Maul groaned. “What is your name, child?”
“Tor,” she declared proudly.
Maul winced. Of course she was named after the first leader of Death Watch.
Tor smirked. “So. What’s for dinner?”
Maul turned to Bo-Katan, eyes pleading. “Can I kill her?”
Bo-Katan smirked. “Nope.”
The great Darth Maul, conqueror of Mandalore, ex-Sith Lord, and leader of a galactic criminal empire, sighed deeply as Tor grabbed onto his cloak and began tugging him toward the kitchens.