The Omega Project
Part One: Flames of the Republic
"You are the children of Mandalore, and as such you are bound by both honor and blood. You are brothers in arms, and there are few bonds closer. No Mandalorian would ever willingly leave his brother behind, nor would any betray an oath, or forget a debt. You have been called to be the elite of the Republic, show the galaxy the true legacy of Mandalore." –Marcus Ordo
"What is this, no growth acceleration, no reduction of independence, and four donors what have you created?" a stern Kamino asked
"Perfection. Think, our clones grow too quickly, they are great soldiers, yes, but lack the experience and insight of years and worse when the chain of command is broken they are as well." said the accused cloner.
A third Kamino chimed in, "but when these clones are able to join the battle the ware will be over, I-"
"Exactly, these clones were commissioned by the Jedi to help maintain order in the years after the war, they are to assist Jedi knights as guards, infiltrators, and peace keepers. I believe Master Kryon will explain all when he arrives." as if on cue the door hissed open and a Jedi Master rushed inside.
Master Kryon whore a short beard, and long amber hair, sweat seamed to run down his face as he gasped, "Lock the doors." As the cloners did as they were told, the Jedi scanned the room, as if looking for windows, then he spoke again, "Do you have any weapons on hand?" the cloners shook their slender heads. "Blast! Did you hide the Omega Project?"
A confused voice answered, "Yes Master Kryon they are far from here, but tell us what worries you?" before Kryon could answer sparks flew from the door as something was cutting through it.
Kryon ignited his saber and said, "Palpatine has turned the clones on us. They have orders to kill all the Jedi and all that aid them, in short, us. If you can flee this place, perhaps your work may save us in the years to come." and with that he thrust the golden blade of his light saber into the door. The door began to glow red hot, then gave way, and released the golden beam into the clone behind the door. Screams were heard, and the cloners fled the room.
The door exploded and in rushed two clones, clad in their white armor, and spraying to their amazement, an empty room with blue darts of energy. Two more entered, also scanning the room for the Jedi Master they sought, when a metallic ball bounced off one of their helmets. The troopers turned to run, but the grenade exploded before they got through the door. Master Kryon emerged from his hiding place around the corner, and ignited his saber, deciding to make he hunters the hunted.
The three cloners got the to the hanger, and opened the door. What they found on the other side stopped their hearts, or would have, if the blasters had not beaten them to it, for on the other side stood dozens and dozens of clone troopers, and more still disembarking their gunships.
Master Kryon ran down a corridor, hacking his way though a sea of clones. Luckily for him the narrow halls packed them too tightly for them to get a clear shot. He spun, cutting a path near him, then he flung him self into the mob, who cut him down in the air, or thought they did, for the darts went right though the image, and the real Jedi Master was still on the ground, cleaving in half the soldiers who had fired. Master Kryon then held up his open left hand and on command the detonators from the clone's belts began to hover in the air. He then flung his arm violently to his left, and the bombs obeyed, diving with sickening force into a horde of troops in the adjoining hall and exploding.
He ran past the corpses and opened the door to the hanger, where he found the bodies of the cloners, and the army awaiting him. He stretched forth his hand accepting the blows from the deadly bolts as he concentrated on one of the laden gunships. Closing his eyes as he did, he exerted his influence over the force. The ship rose, and then burst into pieces—pieces that flung them selves into the sea of white.
Suddenly Jedi Master dropped to his knees and simply vanished, and the bits of gunship halted their course, ceasing their killing rampage and simply fell to the ground. A lone clone commando clutched the dieing form of the real Jedi Master Kryon, who still had the commando's blade embedded in his back. The clone then let go," Your Illusion doesn't have a thermal signature. You do." he explained and then fired his pistol into Kryon's limp form, just to be sure.