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[The video turns on and it's everyone's not-so-favorite Sith Lord. He looks better than he did upon arrival though he wears the usual expression of just barely contained fury he's known for. Sitting next to him is a creature that might be the stuff of human nightmares given how they're all teeth. They could have easily been mistaken for a monster in this place were it not for the fact they're remaining perfectly still, Maul's right hand resting along their back.

If you're all done fooling around with these devices like the children half of you are, perhaps we can turn our attention to more serious matters. Oh, and for those of you who had hoped I wouldn't find my way here, so sorry to disappoint.

[Though he sounds anything but.]

For one, I recall a lot of bleating about organizing a government and such during your charming little witch hunt of me. I assume for most you that was all talk but surely there has to be a few enterprising souls that were serious. If so, let us talk more. I am most curious given I have some experience with running an entire planet. [Venge, the Maalraas sitting by Maul, paws him gently.] Oh and has anyone else found themselves suddenly with an animal companion?

[Then, having blithely insulted a good three-fourths of the population, the video is turned off.]

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I am pleased to see that some people are using this network properly. But I would expect no less from you, Maul.

How do you fare?

Lucille!

[Maul sounds incredibly pleased that his friend is here in Trench. He hadn't seen her after he turned back from being a squid and was afraid she might not have made the trip.]

Well as can be expected after being attacked by crabs when I first arrived. I shall not be winning any popularity contests anytime soon but I have friends and allies enough that it does not matter.

It is always a pleasure to see you.

[She speaks truthfully, a smile brightening her often cold features.]

That sounds like quite an ordeal. I... don't believe I encountered such dreadful creatures, myself. And popularity will not keep us alive when something eventually goes awry here. It is not something to strive for, in my experience.

Likewise, my friend.

[They were birds of a feather, these two, and Maul was glad to see one of the people with a similar mindset as him had made their way to Trench.]

I survived. There was some hallucinations afterwards but no lasting harm done to anyone I encountered.

All too true. I am simply waiting for the other shoe to drop here. Then it will simply be a matter of weeding out the strong from the weak.

[It was indeed good to see that someone with a similar mindset to her own had made it to Trench. Lucille could never go home, but she had still been worried that she might somehow find her way back there despite going through the Flesh Door.]

What do you think of this new world? There are parts of it that are unusual and macabre, but the buildings are pleasant to look at. They remind me of home.

This world will surely do that easily. Trench seems like the kind of place that requires strength in order to survive. The weak shall not last long here.

I did notice that the people here dress very similar to what you've always preferred as your style of clothing.

[He was now getting a better idea of what Lucille's world had been like if this is what reminded her of home. Some things are starting to make a lot more sense.]

My sentiments exactly. Everyone would rather bury their heads in the sand and pretend that this is a better place than the last one. My experiences thus far do not give me that same opinion.

Yes, that was one of the first things I noticed upon my arrival. It is truly a relief to be surrounded by familiar sights again. I hope you will allow me to assist you with the fashions of this world since these clothes differ from modern ones.

[Maul, you need help with fashion, ok? She wants you to look fashionable. She wants to believe you'll do the same if they ever get transported to Space World.]

I suspect the same. We are not free from torment here. I would much rather be realistic than pretend that everything is better now. At least we knew what to expect in Deerington. We do not yet understand the rules of this world.

I would accept help from few others.

[Maul really doesn't care about how he looks, but if it makes Lucille happy, he'll humor her for a bit.]

Yes. There we only had to deal with a few Pthumerians. Here it seems that they run the city to some extent which makes me doubt they shall be benevolent to us.

Splendid. I shall look forward to it.

[It does make her happy. Her friends must look respectable.]

I doubt it as well. It would be unwise to expect kindness from them. And if any of them do seem benevolent, I'd be inclined to believe that it's a facade — manipulation and not true kindness.

My thoughts exactly. The Pthumerians have never been known to show us kindness before and I don't believe they will start now. Anyone who thinks otherwise has forgotten all Mother Superior and the Pthumerian Queen did in their quest for power. Even at their most neutral, most seem unable to even connect on the level of other sentient creatures because they are so much more powerful than us.

Precisely. To trust them... To put one's faith in them, would be immensely foolish. We cannot fathom them, and they cannot fathom us. We are all too different. We are, perhaps, like mere insects in their eyes.

My thoughts exactly. We are merely like ants running around at their feet, to be tormented or crushed by a boot as they see feet.

That is a most accurate description, dear friend.

I suppose it’ll be up to us to save all of our friends when their sadly misplaced optimism all comes to naught.

That day will come sooner rather than later. Of that, I'm sure.

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