[[Maul is about ten years old and training with Sidious using lightsabers. Not a practice one as the Jedi might do for a boy his age but actual ones. Despite his youth, Maul is clearly experienced with the weapon, and while Sidious is going hard against him he is holding his own. Eventually, his master calls an end to the session. 'Do you think you have learned the value of endurance and obedience?'
Maul nods, speaking very quietly, not quite meeting his adoptive father's eyes. 'Yes, my master.' Maul always strives to learn his lessons quickly, for when he doesn't it means pain, oftentimes going hungry and cold as well.
'Good. But I know of a way to make the lesson stick in your mind for good. Pain is a better teacher than I. Now listen closely.' A knife appears in Sidious' hands and flashes out towards Maul without warning. Not expecting the sudden attack, he staggers back, shocked at the fact his master stabbed him right below the ribs. One hand presses against his left side as he begins to bleed and he nearly collapses, barely staying up because he knows that his master will punish him harder if he shows any signs of weakness.
'There is some bacta patches over there,' Sidious says, gesturing towards some shelves on the edge of the room. Maul starts to make the slow, painful journey over to them when Sidious suddenly calls out. 'Stop.'
Maul does as he's told even if every fiber within him is telling him to move towards the patches which can heal his wound. He stops, obediently waiting for further directions from his master. 'Sit down. I want you to meditate until you lose yourself in the Dark Side so that your injury no longer matters. Only then can you get up and get the bacta. If you move before then, you will be punished. Do you understand?'
'Yes, master,' Maul says softly. He gives one last longing look at where the healing bandages are sitting on top of one of the shelves before he sits down in a cross-legged position and closes his eyes, trying to meditate despite the fact he's still bleeding from the injury to his side. The blood flows slowly and oozes out, staining his dark tunic and dripping onto the floor as he attempts to obey his master's command. Desperate as he is to heal himself, Maul would rather pass out from blood loss or just die before disobeying his master and risking further punishment.]
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Maul nods, speaking very quietly, not quite meeting his adoptive father's eyes. 'Yes, my master.' Maul always strives to learn his lessons quickly, for when he doesn't it means pain, oftentimes going hungry and cold as well.
'Good. But I know of a way to make the lesson stick in your mind for good. Pain is a better teacher than I. Now listen closely.' A knife appears in Sidious' hands and flashes out towards Maul without warning. Not expecting the sudden attack, he staggers back, shocked at the fact his master stabbed him right below the ribs. One hand presses against his left side as he begins to bleed and he nearly collapses, barely staying up because he knows that his master will punish him harder if he shows any signs of weakness.
'There is some bacta patches over there,' Sidious says, gesturing towards some shelves on the edge of the room. Maul starts to make the slow, painful journey over to them when Sidious suddenly calls out. 'Stop.'
Maul does as he's told even if every fiber within him is telling him to move towards the patches which can heal his wound. He stops, obediently waiting for further directions from his master. 'Sit down. I want you to meditate until you lose yourself in the Dark Side so that your injury no longer matters. Only then can you get up and get the bacta. If you move before then, you will be punished. Do you understand?'
'Yes, master,' Maul says softly. He gives one last longing look at where the healing bandages are sitting on top of one of the shelves before he sits down in a cross-legged position and closes his eyes, trying to meditate despite the fact he's still bleeding from the injury to his side. The blood flows slowly and oozes out, staining his dark tunic and dripping onto the floor as he attempts to obey his master's command. Desperate as he is to heal himself, Maul would rather pass out from blood loss or just die before disobeying his master and risking further punishment.]