Deer Country Network

[Maul's posts as of late had been a bit more lighthearted as he tried to set up his brother on a date and spoke of a memetastic grumpy batcat. But he'd been waiting for this day to come and so his face was as grim as if he was at a funeral during this post. His followers had been on the alert, watching for the signs, and had come to tell him that what he'd feared most had come to pass: Sidious was back at full strength and starting to possess people again in Trench. He couldn't put it off any longer. He had to warn people of what was coming.]

I come to you with the gravest of news. My former master, Darth Sidious, also known as Emperor Sheev Palpatine to some, has arrived in Trench. Many of you already know what that means, either through viewing my memories or listening to me talk about him. For those who do not, he was the man who raised me and turned me into....this. [The one word encompasses all of Maul, his psychopathic personality, the anger and pain he'd held onto for so long, his life being completely ruined by his master, getting turned from a person into a weapon and now spending the rest of his life trying to heal from that.] If you think I am dangerous, he is ten times as worse. He is pure evil. There is no reasoning with him, no way to appeal to any goodness that might reside within him, for he has none. All he has ever wanted in life is to gain power and he doesn't care how many people he must hurt or kill in order to do that. He's destroyed entire planets and every living thing that resided on them in order to do so. A city full of people is nothing to him if he wants to ascend to ultimate power.

Only his spirit has arrived rather than his physical body, so he is currently traveling from one body to the next as he tries to find a form he can take over for good. I have yet to discover a permanent way to banish him but I am open to suggestions. In the meantime, take whatever precautions you must in order to protect yourself and others. Trust me when I say if death is the only option, we must take it. You cannot afford to give him a chance, for he will brutally kill you if you give him one. Better to kill someone then allow him to remain and tear Trench apart at his whim.

His eyes look like this. [Maul closed his for a moment and channeled all the old anger he felt towards his master. When he reopened them, they had changed from the grey-brown color they had been holding steady as for the past three months and were back to the Sith yellow color they had remained for so many years.] They remain that color no matter who or what he is possessing, so it is a way to track whose form he is in. Please let me know if you spot a person or monster that has those eyes and I will deal with it.

[That euphemism of course meant that he would kill Sidious if he had to. Maul had gone over a year without killing anyone in Trench but he knew he couldn't afford to use kid gloves on his master. He'd need to be brutal and swift. He went to turn off the Omni and then paused, remembering one last thing he wanted to say.]

Oh, and Anakin? --The annoying whiny older one that is, not the annoying weird younger one-- if you try to interfere with this? I will stop you. That's not up for negotiation or debate. I'll kill you if I have to and keep you as a squid in the ocean to keep your idiotic devotion to this man from causing this situation to get worse. That is all.

[Then he does go and turn off the Omni for good this time.]

[OOC: This is the kickoff post for the Palpatine in Trench player plot! Feel free to interact with Maul, threadjack others to talk with them, or just head straight over to the log post to get started. As a reminder, Maul doesn't necessarily need to be involved in exorcising an NPC or character if you just want to do to something among two of you.]

Okay, so everyone knows the lamp network is in the shitter right now, and in case anyone missed it, we got truck rides.

[have a link of free promotion from a coworker! kind of!]

Hit them up if you want to stay safe. But. I'm doing rides, too, only I don't have a truck. It's piggyback or princess carry, bring your own helmet and maybe close your eyes if you're afraid of heights.

[fang will also provide rides that are less ...risky.]

With the lamp network down, not only plant-riddled, it's harder to get around Trench. I'm not always available, I have other jobs, but I also have a truck.

If you need a lift or to move goods, let me know (best in advance). Respond here, my inbox, or, in case of emergency, via omens. Payment in barter.

Questions?

[ He's sitting on a rooftop, hand-rolling a cigarette from a kit in his lap that is out of frame. He glances off into the distance briefly, then speaks, ]

I have been hearing tales of Argonaut this season. It interests me which of the Pthumerian Patrons mirror the figures from my own world.

[ The cigarette is wetted closed and then set at his mouth. ]

We call her the Crying Spider [[cw: there is creepy spider art]]. A tiny, fragile thing that holds the whole of the realm together with her hope and her wonder.

[ He lights the cigarette and gestures with it, trailing smoke. ]

But it's a heavy burden learning her arts. The more you know hope, the better you know true despair, hm? It can be quite a precarious task.

[ He looks more closely at the camera, smiling unpleasantly. ]

I have a feeling many of you would not care for my former world any more than this one.


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