Maul Vs. Vader.
Timeline: Between Empire strikes Back and Return of the Jedi.
EU timeline: After the events of shadows of the empire.
Darth Vader was unsatisfied with the many droids he had trained to hone his skills with a sabre. The last, he had destroyed within 10 standard seconds. No matter how many times the programmers insisted their machines could learn in combat, insisted an increase in technique, they proved worthless. Vader enhanced his kill time with each of the twenty units until finally there were none left. At 255,000 Imperial credits apiece, that was no small amount, no matter how wealthy he was. The challenge was gone, the chance to gain skill, non-existent.
Vader had heard the rumors throughout his term as the Empires second in command. No one, of course, would ever confront him with it, including Palpatine, but they remained none the less. They ate away at his soul and increased his capacity to hate. While a good thing, increasing the hate would increase his power, it needed to be settled once and for all. In the back of his own mind, the part that remained in the flesh, doubt would dare creep upon him.
He had seen the Sith Lord in action, as a boy on Tatooine, and had eventually learned Qui-Gon Jinn, was murdered by his blade. Vader never witnessed that fight but heard the stories that Obi-Wan would rehash, over and over. Vader even used that story, told by his old master, to beat the doubt back into submission where it belonged.
If Obi-Wan could have destroyed him, as a mere boy, than there should be no challenge to an adult Vader, one who mastered the dark side of the force. Still the rumors persisted.
Bars and meeting places, not in the pits of Couracant, but higher up where individuals who mattered discussed things, lay the groundwork for such talk. Vader was above going to such places but his spies where everywhere and they told him everything. He had half a mind to get a list of names and destroy those that would dare speculate on such blasphemes.
But then he thought more about it.
The technology to create a perfect clone was possible. That was proven years ago and perhaps, improved upon by now. Borrowing a specimen from the Emperor’s private stock, Vader made his way to Kamino two years after being fitted with his life support suit. Even with his mastery of the force, it had taken that long to adapt to it, to make it feel as part of his natural body while in combat. The technicians kept humanizing their droid creations through the years, increasing the challenge level to Vader, but eventually, they were not enough. Now they were no longer necessary, a relief felt by all the droid engineers who escaped with their lives.
It took fifteen years to grow clones of Maul. Ten to get them up to age and five to train them properly in the ways of the force. Vader was no fool however. He used extreme caution and discretion for his side projects. He knew the danger of growing Sith, heard the stories from his master about the Sith wars long ago and made enough calculated risks with the Kaminoans to ensure everyone’s safety, most importantly, his own. They would be as attack dogs, trained in the ways of death, only on authority, when the command was spoken by one of two people. Vader, their master and Rimian, their cultivator, the Kaminoan who altered the DNA for the final batch of clones.
Once mature, Vader had sent for the galaxies best to train them in sabre fighting, acrobatics and the other arts Maul excelled in, and then he had those masters killed. There could be no leaks. Vader himself taught them in the ways of dark power, teaching them everything he knew, understanding the danger that could cause. He restored their entire memory process, using surveillance tapes and induced craotic hypnotism, up to Maul’s death on Naboo. They would be perfect replicas. Without such knowledge the entire project would be unrealistic. Throughout the entire training process, Vader only had to put down one subject, one who would not respond to the voice command. This was an untrained clone, just getting a taste of the dark side and being corrupted because of it. This left him with twenty nine clones, all trained and ready to be tested. Any larger number could have proved fatal and any less, his skill gain would be dismal. Never really considering the possibility of being killed by one, or what would happen if twenty nine trained sith broke loose on Couracant with him dead, Vader called to his trusted caretaker.
“Bring in Maul number one.”
The short man with the large, shiny face bowed then disappeared for a few moments. Vader would test the first few clones in his mansion on Couracant, more specifically, in his combat room. As large as an auditorium, the room was completely white in color and constructed completely in perm-crete. The caretaker had cleared the room of its various equipment and broken battle droids earlier, in preparation for today’s contest. This was only the beginning of course. Eventually, Vader would silence his critics by unleashing his experiment in front of a Couracant audience, proving once and for all, there never was any comparison. Today however, he would settle for killing one or two and seeing if his work was up to par.
The electronic lighting in the room revved up a notch, to fighting condition, and the ceiling fixtures glowed with an intense white, filling the room’s corners with clear brilliance. Through the only door along the west wall, walked a figure dressed in black, complete with tattoos and a dual light sabre that hung from his mid-section. Creeping slowly through the door, reminding Vader of a caged animal, the clone cautiously walked a few paces forward and stopped when he noticed Darth Vader.
“What is it you will have me do, Master,” Maul asked, not yet being given the vocal command to attack. He bowed in respect to Lord Vader.
“Padme”, Vader ordered in a deep voice.
The change in the clone was immediate. His face, which was docile upon entering the room now contorted with rage. Hard lines formed in his forehead and around his mouth. Yellow teeth bared violence and the small horns on his head gently sweated down his cheeks. At the same time, Maul reached for his belt and ignited his dual Sabre. Red energy expanded in two directions from the hilt, crackling energy, emitting ozone.
Vader smiled under his mask. Now the clone really did look like Darth Maul, the creature he watched on so many recordings, the creature so many thought more powerful than him.
“Now Maul,” Vader said raising his fight hand into a fist, “I give you the glory to die before me.”
For a moment, both men stood silent, unmoving. The only hint that neither were made of stone was the oxygen being pumped into Vader’s lungs.
It was a moment that lasted only a split second, but to Vader, it was fifteen years worth of work, climaxing in a battle that, for the very first time, he knew he could loose. Unlikely but altogether possible.
Vader’s fist already in the air, he called upon the force immediately and closed Maul’s throat, eliminating his air intake. Looking upon his rival’s face, for a moment, Vader was disappointed, thinking it would be all too easy.