Padme: Alright, so we would need someone sufficiently not known by politicians to be able to hide in the middle of them at a ball.

Padme: And have the proper manners and cadance to not make them suspicious for enough time for us to infiltrate.

Padme: Who could that be?

Rebels, Padme and everyone around slowly turning to Maul:...

Maul, sighing loudly and then looking to Padme: Where is it?

Padme: What?

Maul: Whatever black clothing you have to lend for me to do it will have some part that shows skin.

Maul: Where is it?

Padme:...

Padme: The back.

Maul:...Alright.

Padme: I have a red one with an opening in the front-

Maul: No.

Padme: Why not?

Maul: My skin is red.

Maul: The clothes will wear me and I'll get drown out in them.

Padme: Fair point.

Padme: But it would match well with you.

Maul: Whenever we have another unlikely scenario in which I have to borrow clothes from you-

Maul: I'll try it on.

Padme:...

Padme: Is gold out of the question?

Maul:...

Maul: With rhinestones?

Padme: Real jewels actually.

Maul:...We can try.

Mothma: As much interesting as all of that sounds can we continue with the planning for this mission and let these details for later?

Padme: Oh we will have a long conversation about this later.

Because it perfectly encapsulates just how fucking done Maul is with this entire situation.

This is supposed to be his rise to power, his revenge rampage, his glory, his new apprentice.

Instead he got about three days of wrecking havoc before having a righteous cop and an inquisitor on his ass, a bratty teenager who is too much like Anakin for her own good and her jock boyfriend to babysit, a bad knee, and a group of mandos one wrong command away from being completely done with his bullshit.

Because fuck if that's true then yeah, no wonder he went absolutely batshit on Maul

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