Hungry. Vicious. Relentless. Rathtars are among the most dangerous creatures in the galaxy.

We are so alike … and yet so different.

This is the sequence I was talking about in this entry, where he closes with the rathtar, getting perilously close to its big toothy maw as he tries to hack off all its tentacles before it can wrap them around him, and decides that would be a perfect time to philosophize about what he and this creature have in common.

(And he will go on to talk about what they don’t have in common, which is that a rathtar is free to hunt whatever prey it wants, whenever it wants, and nobody holds it on a leash, which broke my heart a little)

The Sith work in the shadows. My existence must remain a secret. But there is rapture in the revelation. 

More scraps from my master’s table.

This is another page I love – not just because it spotlights the Scimitar, although that is no small part of its appeal! – but I love the almost monochromatic inset panel, of Maul lit only by the low red light of his instrument panel.

I also love the line “There is rapture in the revelation,” it’s very lyrical. And superimposing it over that giant explosion is about the best thing I can think of to do with that line visually.

Also, the tension within Maul over the secrecy his master demands reminds me of some passages in Darth Plagueis and “Restraint” where various Sith characters, including Maul, feel a sort of undertow in the Force that calls them to announce themselves, to glory in their power and let their enemies know fear. 

This one, from “Restraint” (Sidious is speaking):

“The dark side has taken a serious interest in you, and is gauging if you might be a proper vessel for its power. Seeking expression and loathing restraint, the dark side tests us continually, competing with our will and our self-imposed desire for secrecy.”

Seeking expression and loathing restraint. That’s a pretty fair summation of Maul’s internal conflict in this series.

I am the keenest blade in my master’s arsenal … and yet I grow dull through disuse.

Maul’s not normally very big on figurative language, but there is one metaphor he returns to over and over in his narration, regardless of who is writing him: equating himself to a tool or weapon to be used by Darth Sidious.

I’m not going anywhere with this, I just want to archive every instance of this metaphor I encounter in my reading about him on this blog.

Tumblr may crush the quality of those, so I’m going to zoom in on a few details here—

He has individually rendered every discolored, separate tile on the facade of the Duomo in Florence…

And this relief of Isis is divided into discrete blocks of stone. He’s drawn every outline.

Things that amuse me about this panel:

Xev Xrexus’s tut-tutting the second scariest man in the entire galaxy when she finds him someplace she doesn’t want him to be

Maul hiding his lightsaber behind his back

the possibility that Maul failed to hear the approach of 1. a lady in formal wear (likely including high heels, although we never see her feet) and 2. two destroyer droids

the probe droid hovering right next to Maul, looking somehow equally sheepish

did she paint a face on one of the aforementioned destroyer droids?

I'm SO excited! You may have seen my last set of 18 posters, and now I present set 2!

For those who don't know, these are workplace posters from a fictional government agency that deals with the supernatural called the Office for the Preservation of Normalcy. It's become an interactive unfiction world - check out my pinned post for more information!

All of these posters are available in my Ko-fi shop as 11x17 posters, stickers, buttons and keychains!

Wife: GETMO? Husband: (after a moment, with a sigh) Yeah, GETMO. Me: GETMO? Wife and husband, in perfect unison: Good Enough To Move On