After their reunion, Maul and Savage Opress journey through the misty swamps of Dathomir, arriving at Mother Talzin's ancient village where weathered totems and mystical artifacts line the muddy pathways. In her dimly lit chamber, crackling with green magical energy, Talzin methodically removes the crude spider-like apparatus that had served as Maul's lower body. Through an intricate ritual, emerald smoke swirling and ancient Nightsister incantations echoing, she crafts new cybernetic legs - sleek, powerful, and worthy of a warrior. The magic seeps into Maul's fractured mind, clearing away years of madness and isolation.

Restored to his former glory, Maul's yellow eyes gleam as he recounts his survival - how he endured years of agony in the junkyards of Lotho Minor, sustained only by his burning hatred and thirst for vengeance. His connection to the Force renewed, he senses a disturbing imbalance in the galaxy. When Savage reveals the existence of the Clone Wars, Maul's rage intensifies. His destiny - to rise beyond mere apprentice to the galaxy's most powerful being - had been stolen from him.

Though Savage suggests a fresh start, both brothers know there can be only one path forward: hunting down Obi-Wan Kenobi, the Jedi who had left Maul broken and forgotten. Their conversation turns to another presence Maul senses - Dooku's former apprentice. Mother Talzin reveals with knowing satisfaction that while this warrior now claims to be a Jedi, she walks a precarious path between light and dark. Maul's lipless mouth curves into a predatory smile, recalling his former master's promise regarding Dooku's apprentice.

Rising on his new legs, Maul announces their destination: Raydonia. Understanding fills Savage's eyes as Maul explains their strategy - nothing draws Jedi like the suffering of innocents. The brothers depart, their dark purpose set, leaving behind the fog-shrouded village and its mysterious mistress.

SCENEBREAK

As you stepped into the grand council chambers on Coruscant, the soft hum of the city-world's perpetual activity outside seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the weight of the Jedi Council's scrutiny. The air was thick with tension, heavy with the unspoken doubts and concerns that lingered in the minds of the esteemed members seated before you. Master Mundi, his eyes narrowed into a piercing gaze, spoke up first, his voice firm but laced with a hint of skepticism. "We still don't know if we can trust you, Nyx," he said, his words hanging in the air like a challenge, as he leaned forward, his elbows resting on the polished surface of the council table.

The room seemed to hold its breath as all eyes turned to you, awaiting your response. The warm glow of the luminescent orbs that lined the walls cast a gentle light on the faces of the Council members, but their expressions remained stern, their features set in a mask of serious consideration. But before you could react, a gentle, melodious voice intervened, cutting through the tension like a soothing balm. Plo Koon, his wise and compassionate eyes locked onto yours, spoke up in your defense. "I believe we can," he said, his voice filled with conviction, as he steepled his fingers in a gesture of thoughtful consideration.

As Plo spoke, his words seemed to weave a sense of calm and reassurance into the atmosphere, and you felt a surge of gratitude towards the wise Jedi Master. His eyes, a deep shade of blue, sparkled with warmth, as he continued, "She has shown herself in the past to, despite being on the brink of darkness, come back to us," his words painting a picture of your tumultuous journey, one marked by struggles and triumphs. The soft rustle of his robes, a gentle whisper of fabric against fabric, seemed to underscore the sincerity of his words, as he added, "And I believe she does not wish to abandon her family."

You nodded, your heart filled with emotion, as you began to speak. "Master Plo is right," you said, your voice filled with sincerity, as you looked warmly at Anakin and Obi-Wan, who sat to your left and right, their faces etched with supportive smiles. Anakin's eyes, bright and shining with enthusiasm, seemed to sparkle with encouragement, while Obi-Wan's gentle nod conveyed a sense of understanding and support. "I do not wish to abandon those Jedi who have given me hope," you continued, your words spilling out from the depths of your soul, as you gazed at the two individuals who had become like family to you.

In that moment, the room seemed to fade away, leaving only the three of you, connected by an unbreakable bond of trust, loyalty, and friendship. The soft hum of the city-world outside, the gentle glow of the luminescent orbs, all seemed to recede into the background, as you felt a sense of belonging, of being part of something greater than yourself. Master Windu, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched the exchange, nodded thoughtfully, his expression unreadable. "I suggest we give you this mission to help Master Kenobi capture Maul and bring him back alive as a way for you to prove yourself," he said, his voice firm and commanding, as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving yours.

The room fell silent once more, as the Council members exchanged thoughtful glances, their faces a mask of serious consideration. The weight of the mission settled upon you like a mantle, its significance and gravity palpable. You felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins, a sense of excitement and trepidation mingling together in a potent mix. But you stood tall, your resolve unwavering, as you nodded in acceptance of the challenge. "I will not fail," you said, your voice firm and resolute, the words echoing through the chamber like a promise. The Council members nodded, their faces set in determined lines, as they seemed to accept your vow, and the meeting came to a close, the fate of your mission hanging in the balance.