Maul was thinking. Thinking of many things. Thinking of revenge against Obi-Wan Kenobi, his old master, the Clone War and most of all, the brown eyes of a Clone Trooper. Maul sighed, what am I going to do?, He thought. The Clone was in either Skywalker's or Kenobi's battalion, remembering the colors from last nights...peculiar dream. The plan of taking over Mandalore was going well after most of the criminal underworld joined with Deathwatch. Savage was busy talking with Vizsla or that Kryze woman. I thought he had bad experience with woman after Dathomir. Maul sat down on the chair in the tent, looking at the map of Sundari, the Mandalorian capital. Warm brown eyes, tattoos across the face of many but unique to this one, a grim but stubborn expression much like Maul's ow- He shook his head trying to rid himself of these accursed thoughts. The Clone was a unfortunate distraction but every Nightbrother had a destined mate, and it looks like Maul finally found his.