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Thrawn and Darth Maul: The Hunt 4

Light shined mercilessly behind his closed eyelids as he slowly regained consciousness. He turned his head to the side as he opened his eyes, avoiding looking directly into the light, and at his surroundings instead.

He slowly took in where he was, and what he remembered. Dancing, Maul, the kiss- he shivered. And puking. Vomiting in front of someone, showing such signs of weakness to the lower ranks. He should be ashamed. But just thinking about being in something's stomach made his stomach churn and twist with disgust.

And Maul, he assumed yanked him away. Where ever he was now, Thrawn didn't know. But this was an oppurtunity. He did know, however, that he now officially hated the universe. For making his life so kriffing complicated. Why him? What did he ever do to make this so- so-

He sighed and raked his hands through his hair.

He had to get it together. His hands brushed over his earpiece. He forgot he was wearing one. It had a tracker in it, every one on this mission had one. What would Eli do?

He pulled it off of his head and loosely hid it under his palm. First, the malfunction with the ship. The, dare he even think it, sabotage to his ship, that left them all stranded on the planet with no way of communicating with anybody because their radio was also damaged.

Second, the weird attitude and actions from Jane. That continues to annoy him.

Next, the murder. The dead officer Ryan, who was apparently in a relationship with Jane.

And then the Maybe - Force - "Dream" - Thing. That he was actually physically in the stomach of... Well, something.

And lastly the strange situation with Maul. Truly and honestly, he just needed to get him trapped, and everything was good to go. He just needed to wait until the right oppurtunity to knock him out. Using his own charm to distract him... He was supposed to be above such things.

Seriously. He didn't get paid enough for this shit.

He growled out incomprehensible mutterings, and slowly sat up. He could hear his men still jollily doing, whatever is was they happened to be doing and started to head in their direction.

That is until he was yanked back into, he could only assume, Maul's chest and held in a firm grip that said you're not going anywhere.

He sighed, turned around, crossed his arms, and violently tapped his foot while frowning at Maul giving him the most exasperated irritated face he could muster. This was his chance. If he was caught, he might be a dead man walking.

Maul chuckled, "Well, somebody's grumpy." Thrawn raised an incriminating eyebrow, daring him to say anything more.

"Do you know how fucked up and complicated my life has been made in the last 48 hours?" Thrawn's voice was slow, calculated, and very pissed off. Maul raised an eyebrow back.

"My ship has been sabotaged, my crew and I have been stranded on this planet with NO communications, my officers have made "advances" on me while others are MURDERED!" he yelled furiously fingering the tracking pod. "I have been transported mysteriously through sleep into the STOMACH OF A CREATURE and nearly KILLED because of it, my skin has been BURNED by Stomach Acid, and YOU..."

Thrawn jabbed an accusing finger into Maul's chest, placing the small tracker onto his wrappings, who was getting slightly frightened at his words and had long since released his grip around Thrawn, "have DRUGGED, DISTRACTED, Force Controlled, something, my crew while you danced with me the mating dance of your species, and claimed ME as your MATE!" Perfect. Now, they could track him. As long as he didn't mess around with his clothes much.