All roads lead to Coruscant
Jar Jar relaxed as the ship pulled away from the desert planet, if he did not have to return to that desert planet it would be too soon. The Gungan decided to relax and talk to people to catch up with what happened on the ship while everything on the planet went down. Soon Binks found out that not much happened aside from the frantic efforts of going though everything on the ship that could be traded sold or bartered with for the big race, the pilots were still watching replays of the exciting event and giving color commentary and suggestions that the young racer just seemed to absorbed like a sponge. The Jedi were in their rooms meditating on events looking for traces of the sword user that attacked, so Binks quickly found himself talking with the incognito queen and Anikin's mother at they kept an eye on the energetic youngster as he set about trying to help the pilots with the few repairs to the systems that were taken apart for spare parts. Binks sighed in relaxation, everything had gone right and he was feeling pretty good.
On Coruscant a hooded figure pushed the call disconnect button, the finger trembling with barely contained rage. His Apprentice had just called and reported his failure, how almost everything had gone wrong, and how the Jedi might now be aware that the Sith were not as gone as they thought. The figure longed to be able to let loose his frustrations, but only the need for supreme secrecy was holding the anger in from lashing out with the dark side, even with the throttled emotions several priceless artifacts trembled with the waves of the dark side barely contained within the specially designed walls. The figure longed for the freedom to act how it wished, but with the Jedi temple on the same planet, the restriction was just another chain on his actions. To help control his power he recited the code his master ensured would be etched into his memory
"Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me."
This seemed to help, yet the figures thoughts betrayed him, if I have to operate under these restricting chains then I HAVE NO VICTORY. Once my victory is complete and I have all the power in the galaxy under my control then I will be free to do as I please... but until then, I will chafe under these blasted chains and plan for when I shall be free, and I SHALL BE FREE to do as I please.
Maul barely retained consciousness as he endured the punishment of his failure, the shudders racked his body in waves as the residual dark side punishment ran its course. He would remember this punishment and ensure that sure reasons for punishment would never happen again,for if it did, he was not so sure that he would be able to survive. Once he regained control of his limbs he plotted the next leg of hyperspace and hoped he would catch up to his target and thus prevent any chance of... displeasure from his master.
Captain Aphab smiled as he looked at the ETA clock for his ships passage, it seemed like ever since he laid eyes on the pod now in his cargo hold his luck, for the most part, had been better then any in his life. When the Tatooine ground control had issued their course after that Hutt ship, they had done so though one of the jealously guarded Hutt controlled hyper routes, such information was usually restricted to those in high favor of the long lived race, though it seemed that whatever they were doing they were in a hurry and the control had released the information to the cargo ship as well do to the close timing of them traveling in the same direction, the information requests must have come in at almost the same moment, and a panicking unprofessional control crew would easily have made an error that turned in the captains favor. Aphab nodded to himself and said that if he ever managed to meet the pilot of that pod he would first shake his hand, then ask him to sign the lucky machine.