[He had learned a lot from his elder brother, had grown stronger because of Maul too. There were many things that he was now proficient at now because of his exploits with his brother, and he would never take that for granted.
In his own way, he understood that for Maul to love him or respect him, he had to be the follower and rarely the leader. He could and would be put in charge of aspects of missions, and he could carry out orders nearly flawlessly, but he was hardly ever allowed to reach his own potential for leadership as he had with the Nightbrothers. His brother was superior; Savage accepted it as a stipulation for their relationship to run smoothly.
He was very aware of being called a monster, an animal, a thing. He was nothing more than a feral beast let off the chain by his current master, performing mindlessly and returning with whistled to.]
I will never forget. I am nothing to him. He came to our village, and yet, it was only you whom he felt sorry for that day you killed his woman. Nevermind that you never had an opportunity to grow up there. [He sighed, calming himself.] I am nothing of value to the Jedi.
[He was still touching the spear in question, sensing the enthusiasm in Maul without even having to look. The way his brother spoke was enough to let him know that sparring would always be on the table for them. He reached up to touch the blade, to see how it would be used. A slashing weapon more than a piercing.]
You know I was never particularly good at meditation. [Maybe he would be better now in his smaller form where he could be calm and settle, but when he was angry, he was either a brick wall or raging.] I have my lightsaber, but... Mother Talzin gave me a glaive that I found useful. Nothing like this, but they would work together well, I think.
[Slowly he turned from the weapon to look at Maul, and he nodded his head. It wasn't often his brother wanted to know much about Feral, and just as rare he felt willing to speak on the subject.]
He was well-liked amid the brothers. He had very good skills hunting and training, but Feral was more... group oriented. If he was overcome by an opponent in combat, he always lost. Most would call him weak. I didn't care; he was my brother.
We shall have to find a way to take care of him and soon. He has been a thorn in my side long enough.
[If it meant having to fake certain emotions like feeling remorse for what he'd done, than that's what it would take. Maul wasn't usually a good liar but he got better at it when he was properly motivated, like say, with the hatred fueling him for his longtime foe.
Where his brother lay in these plans Maul wasn't sure yet. Kenobi had a bad habit of cutting body parts off of them and he wasn't keen on having his brother lose an arm or leg to the Jedi. Kenobi really did have an aggravating habit of being a superb master of the blade.]
Yes. We shall work on that. When the time comes, we shall go and see if we can summon forth this glaive.
[Meditation was the only way to get anything at the Summoning Stones, so he was going to have to get Savage up to what he felt was a decent standard before they went. Besides, it would be nice to get back an item that their mother had personally given Savage.
Maul listened as Savage spoke of their youngest brother and it painted a vivid picture in his head. He'd seen Feral through pictures this place had once sent him and in Savage's memory. He sounded like the exact opposite of his oldest aloof, solitary, and ferocious brother. But as Maul had learned, there were different forms of strength.]
You protected him well all those years. [Even if he hadn't been able to save him at the end. It also did explain why Savage was as protective of Maul as his older brother was of him. He'd spent his whole life in the role of protecting their little brother until that purpose had been taken away from him. No wonder he'd clung to Maul so tightly ever since he'd found him on Lotho Minor.]
I believe he and I must have taken after our sire.
[In appearance he meant. Maul and Feral were both more angular (he'd bristle at the word delicate but it worked too as an adjective) in features and on the shorter side. Savage, on the other hand, had a certain blocky look to him that had been shared by their mother, and was definitely the tallest of the three.]
But your truce with him, brother? Will you force that battle that you've been wanting a rematch for?
[Savage was also a touch concerned about fighting Obi-Wan here when he wasn't in full control of his ability to move into his other form. He was far more useful big, since much of his lightsaber combat style was based on the extra foot of height and strength that came with that form. He found that he could fall out of that form if he wasn't stoking his anger constantly, not usually a problem back in their galaxy.
The notion of failing Maul again was like a slow knife twisting, and he still was aware of the pain of it. He had to improve, gain more experience and finally practice more of the other lightsaber forms, many of which he just plain didn't appreciate as he should.]
Very well, brother. I'll practice.
[Why did it sound like Maul had just given him homework that he wasn't much interested in? Probably because that's exactly what it felt like. Mediation require a control of emotions, focusing them, and while he could do that, usually his anger was such that it boiled over to frustration very easily. Not exactly conducive to a lofty mediation session.
At the compliment to his taking care of Feral, Savage could only shrug half-heartedly. Back then, he supposed that he had, but much of his feats when it came to his younger brother were overshadowed by the last words and actions he had done against Feral, his kin, their blood. The worst part was that he had felt nothing about it for a few weeks under Dooku's tutelage, but over time as the spell settled and he could think more clearly around it, he was haunted by what Ventress had forced him to do.
She had no attachments. Until him, he supposed that Maul hadn't either.]
He was very loyal. A family trait, it seems. [His eyes shifted to glance at Maul. Definitely a family trait.] We were leaders of our tribe, and he was efficient with hunting parties, over confident sometimes. When Ventress came to the village, he was stupidly excited to prove himself.
[He nodded his head in agreement. Maul and Feral had been angular in bone structure, likely making them both popular in the village.]
I don't remember our sire, but I imagine that he gave much of his looks and ferocity to you. He had to be strongly sensitive in the Force, didn't he?
[It was easier to talk about the shadowy image of their sire, probably only brought forward to see the product of his seed and acknowledge that they were his offspring. Beyond that, he wouldn't be able to pick the man out from a line of Zabrak. Also, he had no doubt Mother Talzin killed him.]
I’ll get what I want one way or another. I always do.
[The ominous words have the absolute ring of truth to it. Aside from his master’s demise, Maul had never failed to get what he wanted eventually, even if he ended up with setbacks along the way. He wanted Kenobi to suffer and so he had. He wanted to take over Mandalore and so he had. He’d get his final fight with Obi-Wan one way or another.
He heard the surliness in Savage’s voice and knew his brother was unhappy with what he’d assigned him to do. Well, he just had to make sure he’d be properly motivated to do it.]
Good. You want to be able to access the full extent of your powers to help me, don’t you? This is the way.
[Just a nice bit of subtle manipulation would work wonders on his brother. Maul knew Savage would have walked through hot coals if he thought it could have furthered his brother’s plans.]
Yes, it definitely was. [Maul smiled softly, thinking very hard of the family he knew and the one he’d never gotten the chance to. Even Talzin, in her own way, had been utterly loyal and devoted to her eldest son. Everything she’d done had been to bring him back home and get her revenge on Sidious for stealing him away in the first place.]
I don’t imagine Mother would have chosen anything less in her choice of a mate.
[She’d likely calculated for her children to be strong in the Force from the very start. Mother Talzin had plans upon plans upon plans, always plotting for the future. After whoever their sire had been had served his part, she likely disposed of him, as he was of no use to him any longer. Tradition always dictated the Nightsisters killed their mates after they were done with them.]
Is that what you want? You seem to have other priorities these days.
[He wasn't entirely certain what those priorities were, but his brother seemed to be accepted in this place and garnered plenty of conversation from a wide range of people. If there was a plan to take over this place, it was definitely one of those slow burn plans which he hadn't been apart of yet. Maybe it was? The Jedi weren't hunting them this time around, yet he felt Maul had settled better here than any of the planets or cantinas that they had found themselves on.
Was Obi-Wan an actual objective these days or a person that Maul had come to rely on as a constant presence to antagonize when the elder Zabrak felt the need?
And of course Maul knew exactly how to manipulate him. Unlike in his big form, Savage was more aware of it this time, and he regarded his brother for a moment before growling out a soft noise of agreement. He thought he would always do whatever was necessary to help Maul with whatever task - large or small - that needed to be done.]
You know I will always help you. I simply don't know if meditation is the way to fully accessing my powers.
[Emotion was definitely the main drivers to his reactions when he was at his most successful. Of course, it also allowed him to tunnel vision and lose the big picture because he was too busy smashing through someone's defenses and not always watching his back and having good environmental sense.]
You're right. She had a plan when it came to picking a mate, and only the strongest male would suit her purposes. She probably only kept him alive after you were born because she fancied you so much.
[It was common for Nightsisters to kill their mates if they produced a male over a female. Mother Talzin had clearly allowed their sire a few extra opportunities to impress her.]
Feral never had the Force gift. Not that he ever displayed anyway.
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In his own way, he understood that for Maul to love him or respect him, he had to be the follower and rarely the leader. He could and would be put in charge of aspects of missions, and he could carry out orders nearly flawlessly, but he was hardly ever allowed to reach his own potential for leadership as he had with the Nightbrothers. His brother was superior; Savage accepted it as a stipulation for their relationship to run smoothly.
He was very aware of being called a monster, an animal, a thing. He was nothing more than a feral beast let off the chain by his current master, performing mindlessly and returning with whistled to.]
I will never forget. I am nothing to him. He came to our village, and yet, it was only you whom he felt sorry for that day you killed his woman. Nevermind that you never had an opportunity to grow up there. [He sighed, calming himself.] I am nothing of value to the Jedi.
[He was still touching the spear in question, sensing the enthusiasm in Maul without even having to look. The way his brother spoke was enough to let him know that sparring would always be on the table for them. He reached up to touch the blade, to see how it would be used. A slashing weapon more than a piercing.]
You know I was never particularly good at meditation. [Maybe he would be better now in his smaller form where he could be calm and settle, but when he was angry, he was either a brick wall or raging.] I have my lightsaber, but... Mother Talzin gave me a glaive that I found useful. Nothing like this, but they would work together well, I think.
[Slowly he turned from the weapon to look at Maul, and he nodded his head. It wasn't often his brother wanted to know much about Feral, and just as rare he felt willing to speak on the subject.]
He was well-liked amid the brothers. He had very good skills hunting and training, but Feral was more... group oriented. If he was overcome by an opponent in combat, he always lost. Most would call him weak. I didn't care; he was my brother.
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[If it meant having to fake certain emotions like feeling remorse for what he'd done, than that's what it would take. Maul wasn't usually a good liar but he got better at it when he was properly motivated, like say, with the hatred fueling him for his longtime foe.
Where his brother lay in these plans Maul wasn't sure yet. Kenobi had a bad habit of cutting body parts off of them and he wasn't keen on having his brother lose an arm or leg to the Jedi. Kenobi really did have an aggravating habit of being a superb master of the blade.]
Yes. We shall work on that. When the time comes, we shall go and see if we can summon forth this glaive.
[Meditation was the only way to get anything at the Summoning Stones, so he was going to have to get Savage up to what he felt was a decent standard before they went. Besides, it would be nice to get back an item that their mother had personally given Savage.
Maul listened as Savage spoke of their youngest brother and it painted a vivid picture in his head. He'd seen Feral through pictures this place had once sent him and in Savage's memory. He sounded like the exact opposite of his oldest aloof, solitary, and ferocious brother. But as Maul had learned, there were different forms of strength.]
You protected him well all those years. [Even if he hadn't been able to save him at the end. It also did explain why Savage was as protective of Maul as his older brother was of him. He'd spent his whole life in the role of protecting their little brother until that purpose had been taken away from him. No wonder he'd clung to Maul so tightly ever since he'd found him on Lotho Minor.]
I believe he and I must have taken after our sire.
[In appearance he meant. Maul and Feral were both more angular (he'd bristle at the word delicate but it worked too as an adjective) in features and on the shorter side. Savage, on the other hand, had a certain blocky look to him that had been shared by their mother, and was definitely the tallest of the three.]
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[Savage was also a touch concerned about fighting Obi-Wan here when he wasn't in full control of his ability to move into his other form. He was far more useful big, since much of his lightsaber combat style was based on the extra foot of height and strength that came with that form. He found that he could fall out of that form if he wasn't stoking his anger constantly, not usually a problem back in their galaxy.
The notion of failing Maul again was like a slow knife twisting, and he still was aware of the pain of it. He had to improve, gain more experience and finally practice more of the other lightsaber forms, many of which he just plain didn't appreciate as he should.]
Very well, brother. I'll practice.
[Why did it sound like Maul had just given him homework that he wasn't much interested in? Probably because that's exactly what it felt like. Mediation require a control of emotions, focusing them, and while he could do that, usually his anger was such that it boiled over to frustration very easily. Not exactly conducive to a lofty mediation session.
At the compliment to his taking care of Feral, Savage could only shrug half-heartedly. Back then, he supposed that he had, but much of his feats when it came to his younger brother were overshadowed by the last words and actions he had done against Feral, his kin, their blood. The worst part was that he had felt nothing about it for a few weeks under Dooku's tutelage, but over time as the spell settled and he could think more clearly around it, he was haunted by what Ventress had forced him to do.
She had no attachments. Until him, he supposed that Maul hadn't either.]
He was very loyal. A family trait, it seems. [His eyes shifted to glance at Maul. Definitely a family trait.] We were leaders of our tribe, and he was efficient with hunting parties, over confident sometimes. When Ventress came to the village, he was stupidly excited to prove himself.
[He nodded his head in agreement. Maul and Feral had been angular in bone structure, likely making them both popular in the village.]
I don't remember our sire, but I imagine that he gave much of his looks and ferocity to you. He had to be strongly sensitive in the Force, didn't he?
[It was easier to talk about the shadowy image of their sire, probably only brought forward to see the product of his seed and acknowledge that they were his offspring. Beyond that, he wouldn't be able to pick the man out from a line of Zabrak. Also, he had no doubt Mother Talzin killed him.]
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[The ominous words have the absolute ring of truth to it. Aside from his master’s demise, Maul had never failed to get what he wanted eventually, even if he ended up with setbacks along the way. He wanted Kenobi to suffer and so he had. He wanted to take over Mandalore and so he had. He’d get his final fight with Obi-Wan one way or another.
He heard the surliness in Savage’s voice and knew his brother was unhappy with what he’d assigned him to do. Well, he just had to make sure he’d be properly motivated to do it.]
Good. You want to be able to access the full extent of your powers to help me, don’t you? This is the way.
[Just a nice bit of subtle manipulation would work wonders on his brother. Maul knew Savage would have walked through hot coals if he thought it could have furthered his brother’s plans.]
Yes, it definitely was. [Maul smiled softly, thinking very hard of the family he knew and the one he’d never gotten the chance to. Even Talzin, in her own way, had been utterly loyal and devoted to her eldest son. Everything she’d done had been to bring him back home and get her revenge on Sidious for stealing him away in the first place.]
I don’t imagine Mother would have chosen anything less in her choice of a mate.
[She’d likely calculated for her children to be strong in the Force from the very start. Mother Talzin had plans upon plans upon plans, always plotting for the future. After whoever their sire had been had served his part, she likely disposed of him, as he was of no use to him any longer. Tradition always dictated the Nightsisters killed their mates after they were done with them.]
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[He wasn't entirely certain what those priorities were, but his brother seemed to be accepted in this place and garnered plenty of conversation from a wide range of people. If there was a plan to take over this place, it was definitely one of those slow burn plans which he hadn't been apart of yet. Maybe it was? The Jedi weren't hunting them this time around, yet he felt Maul had settled better here than any of the planets or cantinas that they had found themselves on.
Was Obi-Wan an actual objective these days or a person that Maul had come to rely on as a constant presence to antagonize when the elder Zabrak felt the need?
And of course Maul knew exactly how to manipulate him. Unlike in his big form, Savage was more aware of it this time, and he regarded his brother for a moment before growling out a soft noise of agreement. He thought he would always do whatever was necessary to help Maul with whatever task - large or small - that needed to be done.]
You know I will always help you. I simply don't know if meditation is the way to fully accessing my powers.
[Emotion was definitely the main drivers to his reactions when he was at his most successful. Of course, it also allowed him to tunnel vision and lose the big picture because he was too busy smashing through someone's defenses and not always watching his back and having good environmental sense.]
You're right. She had a plan when it came to picking a mate, and only the strongest male would suit her purposes. She probably only kept him alive after you were born because she fancied you so much.
[It was common for Nightsisters to kill their mates if they produced a male over a female. Mother Talzin had clearly allowed their sire a few extra opportunities to impress her.]
Feral never had the Force gift. Not that he ever displayed anyway.