Viscus stared at Maul, "When you said your mate was a human, I wasn't expecting a Clonetrooper. Where did you find it anyway?" He asked. Maul growled, threateningly. "Coruscant, he was on Coruscant, in a Republic prison. He's a good man, absolute perfection. If you dare touch a hair on his head, I will tear you apart." He snarled. Viscus laughed, "Finally showing your Nightbrother, aren't you? Dogma is good, but he's human, breakable, fragile. Be careful with him Maul, lest you might hurt him." Viscus warned, "Now that we got that out of the way, you need children Maul, I hope to become a grandfather before I die. Since your mate is a human male, you'll need, ah, some help I suppose." He said. Maul looked confused, "What do you mean by that?" Viscus smiled,"With the help of this potion," He said, pulling out a bottle filled with green liquid. "It will help your mate conceive children. The children probably won't have our red, yellow or orange skin, most likely will look like an Iridonian Zabrak." Maul looked startled,"You want me to get Dogma pregnant?! If you're going to ask someone about this, ask him, for crying out loud!" Maul yelled, at his father. The older Zabrak, just smiled. "Fine, I will ask him." Viscus walked out of the ship, in the direction of the village.
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Dogma, A Unwavering Faith
FanfictionWhen Darth Maul takes an interest in a Clone Trooper who goes by the name of Dogma. History in the Clone Wars becomes perhaps a tad different.
