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[subject_013]

”Greetings. You’ve reached the voice mail of Albert Wesker. I can’t come to the phone right now, as I’m either at work in the laboratory or chasing some Beast off my roof. At the sound of the tone, please leave your name and number and a suitably short message and I’ll return your call as soon as possible.

“However, if you’re Chris Redfield, stay on the line….”

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[survivalthroughhate]

In fact, he is.

[So that biting may indeed happen.]

I see. So it has been a number of years since you were in such a form.

[subject_013]

In which case, less risk for him, though I'd be the first to say I'm a selfish wretch who doesn't like to share. [He says this with a proud little smirk.]

About nine years, barring some time discrepancies between my world of origin and this world.

[survivalthroughhate]

I'm sure you two will get along just fine. Savage is used to having other brothers about, there is a reason they call my species Nightbrothers after all.

[They were a communal lot. While there were rivalries and such, the Nightbrothers knew to survive they had to rely on one another as a full community or all would perish.]

Exactly what happened to turn you into your present form? You've never given me specific details, only the full picture.

[CW: Fictional pathogens mentioned.]

[subject_013]

As am I: I had dozens of siblings at first, narrowed down to twelve others... though in the end, only two of us remained. I wasn't as close to them I could have - we weren't allowed to engage with each other too closely, though that didn't keep Alex, or 'Subject 012', from forming a personal link.

I have the sense your people had a better notion of family than humanity does, though I may be biased: I wasn't the best at being human, by some people's standards.

[He draws in a breath: this will be a long tale.]

It was a long process. I was selected for my intellect and pedigree. Then I was taken from my family - kidnapped, rather. From the outside, we had a life of privilege, all our physical needs met, the best of medical care and the best educations money could buy, with nothing to hold us back intellectually. But that came at a price: we were manipulated on a genetic level without our knowing, later inoculated with an experimental version of a mutagenic virus known as Progenitor, which could transform a human into a being of god-like strength and swiftness, or a twisted nightmare. Eleven of my siblings suffered the latter fate, dying in agony; two of us, my sister Alex and I survived, transformed.

[survivalthroughhate]

[He listens to Wesker, and once again, the similarities between their lives are driven home to Maul. To be chosen from the time they were young, brought to the attention of someone or something more powerful than themselves that took them for their own purposes, taught everything they needed to fulfill while being manipulated by one in the shadows for their own purposes, and turned into what they needed.

About the only point where they differed is that Maul hadn't been manipulated on a genetic level, though he was certain Sidious would have done it had he thought it would improve Maul's abilities physically or in the Force at all. Clearly, he'd learned a bit from the time of teaching his adoptive son if his idea of putting chips in the heads of the clone army to make them obey without thinking was any indication.]

A very familiar story, I am afraid, given what happened in my own life as we both know.

[subject_013]

I'd ask the particulars, if you're willing to share. But since I've unloaded the burden of my life, I understand any hesitance.

We're kindred souls, if I might risk sounding sentimental. Though I suppose a stoical cynic is at heart a sentimentalist turned inside out.

[survivalthroughhate]

No, I can tell you of my past. I trust you.

[Such simple words, those last three, but there are many here who Maul has known for a great length of time who haven't earned them from him.]

I was born on the planet Dathomir. When I tell people I was practically born on the Dark Side of the Force, it is not mere hyperbole. Dathomir is a nexus for the Dark Side and it is stronger there than in other places in the galaxy. Those who live there are immune to the effects but outsiders oftentimes go mad if they stay for prolonged periods. I was born to Talzin, the leader of our particular clan of Nightkin. I was her firstborn, favorite, and heir. It was a simple life there with her and Savage but I was happy. I suspect she would have taught me how to use my Force powers so that I could become leader in her stead eventually but it was not to be. My master came. He claimed he would let her become his apprentice but he lied. His focus was on me from the very start. He saw my power and my youth and knew he could mold me into what he wanted in a way he never could with a grown woman.

Eventually, after he'd seen to it that I was put through enough pain to put anger into my hearts, he took me away to become his apprentice. He broke me down over and over again in so many ways until all that remained were shattered pieces. Then he built me back up into what he wanted: an assassin to do his bidding. No compassion, no remorse, no thoughts of my own. He saw to use me as a man uses a beast of burden, driving it on and on until it is of no further use and must be disposed of. But when he thought me dead after I dueled Kenobi and lost, he thought me dead. Without a second thought, he abandoned me, leaving me to find my own way in the galaxy after that.

[subject_013]

[Wesker listens in silence, his impassive face thoughtful. A flicker of bioluminescence may flicker behind his lenses, in an odd show of something vaguely resembling pained compassion or concern. They mirror each other, in his mind, though Maul's path covers a far larger and expansive canvas, a galaxy versus a single world.]

...I have no words at the moment...

[It's the closest to "Gods, I'm sorry" that he can express.]

[survivalthroughhate]

That is alright. Sometimes words are not needed.

[He and Wesker understand each other quite well, so he knows the lack of saying anything isn't because Wesker doesn't feel something after he's told him the story of his life.]

[subject_013]

I may not be the most compassionate nor empathetic person, however... there is a duty of care which an adult has to a child in their charge. And the adults in whose charge they were failed in that care. Nor did they have much concern for those in whose charge we rightly belonged.

[It's the best definition he can bring to the mirrored fates and paths they endured.]

[survivalthroughhate]

Yes, that is a good way of putting it. My master failed me in every way a person can fail a child who is supposed to be under their care. He never should have been allowed to be in charge of a tooka cat, let alone another person.

[subject_013]

[With the wryest smirk.]

I've heard the phrase 'shouldn't be put in charge of a potted plant', but either one would fit. I'm sure our respective keepers would fail to tend either creature properly.

[survivalthroughhate]

Perish the thought but I think they might actually get along if they had ever met.

[Both Maul's and Wesker's keepers definitely were on the same wavelength of how to use people for their own gains.]

[subject_013]

I would rather not imagine what horrific plan they might formulate, were they to cross paths and share their visions with each other.

[survivalthroughhate]

Knowing them, it probably something that would have ruined many more lives before they inevitably stabbed one another in the back. I'm sure they're both burning in Hell instead.

[subject_013]

Perhaps they've met there and are sharing the same fiery oubliette, sniping at each other for failing to see they'd become the architects of their own respective demises, that a weapon with a mind can and will turn on you.

Wrap?

[survivalthroughhate]

Here is to living lives far better than they ever wanted for either of us.

[Snow had told him living well was the best thing to be done instead of dwelling on the past and so Maul is attempting to do so.]

Re: Wrap?

[subject_013]

((OOC: Good place to leave them!))