Maul: Pre Viszla.

Pre Viszla: Maul. I’ve heard your name before.

Maul: Most people have. It’s also a type of a sledgehammer.

Sins of the Father - Chapter 1 - Part 2

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Contains/Warnings: Violence, implied violence and greivous injury.
Chapter Summary: Maul encounters some issues with his business dealings.

Lord of Crime

The young man stood in the dim office, a figure of imposing nature, that was without the mention of the crimson skin swathed in angular black tattoos, and a crown of horns atop his head. His sharp yellow gaze looking out the tinted windows down to the nightclub below; it was silent at this time of day, the cleaning crews and day staff readying for opening that night. His broad shoulders blocked much of what light did come in through the glass, both hands in his pockets as his mind ticked over the mental list of things he had assigned himself that day. Golden eyes surveyed the progress, though in reality he paid little attention to the goings on below.

“I have the contract, Mr. Opress,” spoke a distinguished voice behind him. The man - or more accurately - zabrak turned slowly, he was not rushed by this intruder.

“Have all the changes been made, Almec?” he asked, his voice equally unhurried, enunciated and with a barest hint of sharp edges. He regarded the blond, bearded human with derision. The zabraki man had already been disappointed before, he hoped Almec had not done so again. 

“Of course, sir,” Almec replied, if he was afraid he hid it well, “Signed, dated and ready for your signature.” Yellow eyes levelled a flat stare at the man as he took the small stack of papers he was offered and laid them on the desk. 

Were he truthful, it was not in fact Almec who was the intruder, it was himself, having arrived for these papers and the final transfer of ownership. The zabrak took out a pen from within his suit jacket and after a quick read to the changes, signed his name on the last page in a quick sharp script;

Maul Opress

Maul straightened, and left the contract where it lay, it was now Almec’s task to take care of it. 

“As previously stated, you will retain your position as manager and keep this place running smoothly. I assume you already have a plan for the staff you will keep on?” he didn’t really care but he wanted to see if Almec had taken initiative. 

“Yes, of course, I was awaiting the contract finalisation,” the bearded man replied. 

“Choose wisely,” Maul said in a mocking tone, “I will hold you personallyresponsible for any failures.” With that he left the office with a smooth gait, there were things to do and he had far more urg– 

Bzzzzz Bzzzzz Bzzzzz

–his thoughts were interrupted by an incessant vibration in his jacket pocket. He reached in and brought out his phone, the screen lit up with the name of his brother; Savage. 

“Yes?” was all Maul spoke in greeting, waiting impatiently for whatever was so damn important. 

“We have a problem,” the deep baritone of his bigger but younger brother said, his tone set Maul on edge immediately, he sounded tense. Of coursethere was a problem. When did they not?

“Whatkindof problem?” Maul growled in response. 

“Well… you’re gonna be pissed.” 

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Savage had not been exaggerating. Maul now stood at the entrance to one of the warehouses he and his… associates used for storing various goods they did not wish the authorities to notice. 

Or they had. 

Currently, he was staring into a building that was mostly empty, signs of a small fire had blackened the far wall, though it was out now and a significant number of his people were taking stock of what was left compared to what was taken. 

As his brother had so eloquently put it… Maul was indeed pissed. His fists clenched at his sides and his face a vision of fury. His near-permanent scowl looked more dangerous than ever. 

“Who,” he spat, “was in charge of security?” Heavy footfalls announced the arrival of Savage himself, a zabrak standing at nearly seven feet, yellow skin and similar black tattoos, and a crown of horns that stood tall on his head, one of them, the one that sat in the front left was broken however. He towered over Maul who stood at barely 6 feet. 

“One of Vizsla’s boys,” Savage grumbled, “looks he was… distracted,” Maul’s eyes flicked up to his brother in questioning. “Uh… a girl,” he didn’t need to explain further. Maul’s tattooed lip curled in disgust at such neglect. 

“What was lost?” he asked as the two brothers began to tour the ransacked warehouse. It was a mess, whoever the thieves were, they’d torn through the place. 

“Three crates of weapons, and a few pallets of bike parts, that’d already been processed,” Savage replied. 

He meant the VIN numbers and all traces where the parts had come from were removed for resale to the various mechanics in the city. It was potentially a million credits minimum lost in just a few hours. Maul’s brow twitched, it wasn’t even about the money, this would have damaging consequences for the reputation of not only himself but of the group that officially owned the warehouse.

“Send for Vizsla, seeing as this is a Mandalorian facility, and one of his people, he should be present for this,” Maul sneered. 

TheMandalorians, known mostly as a motorcycle club, had their hand in multiple ventures. Though since Maul had stepped in to take over some years ago, they had expanded from simple petty crimes to something more profitable, and gave them more of a powerful foothold in the city. They were not the only criminal organisation he oversaw, but they were the most powerful. 

For the last five or so years he’d clawed his way up from nothing. After his father had discarded him like he was worthless. He’d taken his own path, fought his own battles. He didn’t need the old man… 

Now he had a small empire of his own and he would not allow it to fall. This situation had to be dealt with carefully, if word got out ahead of him, it would be seen as a weakness. No, he had to be clever.

He waited, one hand in his trouser pocket, the other shooting off a text message. He had a few enforcers, and he tasked them with finding who had hit the warehouse. Savage returned a few minutes later, behind him was a proud-looking blond man with piercing, arrogant blue eyes. He was clad in his leathers, a sneer barely concealed on his face. He had joined with Maul initially, but he was far from a loyal dog. Maul had been keeping his eye on Vizsla, waiting for him to make the first move. 

Behind Savage and Vizsla was a younger man, dark hair and wide eyes, flanked by two burly Mandalorian enforcers, they ensured the kid was going nowhere. 

“Who is he?” Maul asked quietly. 

“Name’s Saren, Saren Vizsla, he’s a cousin of mine,” Pre Vizsla provided, Maul gave a hint of a nod before turning his attention to the boy.

“You were in charge of maintaining security at this temporary site, were you not?” Maul asked icily. He stared down his nose at Saren, who was now terrified.

As he should be. 

“I- I swear it’s not what it looked like! I wasn’t trying– th-there was a girl… I was only gonna be a few minutes, she-she gave me something! I woke up later, bu-but I put out the fire at least!” he sputtered, as though it might save him. Even if the woman had been at fault, he should have known better. 

Saren was barely a man… killing him seemed cruel. But if he did nothing, Maul might be accused of going soft. Something far too dangerous in his line of work. Maul’s gaze drifted to the table; the fool was still blubbering but he tuned it out. The golden eyes honed in on a knife laying on one of the tables that had not been overturned. Light scraping from the blade had the boy suddenly silent. The zabrak looked back to the younger man, held by the arms by his comrades, a dark stain on his jeans.

The kid had  pissed himself. 

“Ithink…” Maul began in a sinister tone, “yes… this will do.” He turned sharply and Saren visibly flinched. What a coward. If that had been Maul and his father– no, this was no time for memories. Maul tossed the blade to Vizsla who looked back at him in confusion. “Cut him,” Maul said simply.

“What?” Vizsla blurted in confusion. Maul refrained from rolling his eyes. 

“If he is going to think with his appendages,” and Maul glanced downdeliberately at Saren, “at the detriment to the rest of us. Then he should lose it.” The rest of the men in the room visibly shifted uncomfortably.

“You want meto–”

“Unlessyouwould take the punishment in his stead?” Maul fixed Vizsla with a vicious glare and the man took a step back. “I thought not.” Maul sneered and waved a dismissive hand. Saren could only squeak and whimper as Maul strode past them, “be quick about it.” 

The zabrak had no more time to waste on some incompetent idiot, the two brothers departed the warehouse.

Saren began to scream.

Notes: Hello there!
Here it is! Part 2 of chapter 1, it is a little shorter but I am not being a stickler for the length this time. I am really loving this story and I am having fun with it, it’s dark and a little evil but I am enjoying it either way! I hope you are too!
Let me know what you think, who took the shipment? How is Zaiya going to find him?
As always I love comments and feedback so if you have any, please please please send me some, I love it, it gives me strength! I will see you next time, wherein Zaiya meets her new bestie!

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