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The Slick / Krell Conspiracy
Slick paced around his cell in angst as he waited for his Jedi interrogator. Oh how he hated these kirffin' Dun'kits. Idiots they all were. Didn't they know their precious Republic was gonna crumble at some point or anther? Couldn't they see that? Oh how he'd wished he'd gotten to Count Douku before those meddling... fools got to him.
Cody, the big "by the book" Commander. What a... wipe! Slick growled under his breath. Rex though - Rex? At least he thought Rex would understand; or at least he thought Rex should understand? After all, wasn't he the one rumored to let a coward and a traitor go? Who was that one on that kirffin sorry excuse for a planet? That guy who'd found himself a good piece of Twi'lek... Ehh, yeah him!
Rumors though, that's all they were. Slick sighed as he threw himself on his bunk, slapping his back against the cold metal of the cell's bulk head. He couldn't prove what he'd heard about Rex's... disorderly conduct though; but oh boy, if he could - wouldn't he have the captain by the... Yeah, wouldn't that be priceless? Slick chuckled as he shook his head. He was digressing again though. He cursed. He had to keep his head in this game if he was ever going to figure out how to get out of this kirfin' cage.
Most pressing thing on his mind right now! He growled as he jumped up and made another couple of laps around the cell. What was he going to say to this Jedi who was headed in here in... Slick looked at his chrono. Err.. five minutes ago? Kirffin Dun'kit! Slick folded his arms and glared impatiently at the cell door. Just like a Jedi - ehh! He let out one last bitter laugh as he went and sat down.
This was his third transport and Slick figured he had to be somewhere near Coruscant. It'd been about 5 standard space days since they left the last holding cell and that had been on some backwater moon on the other side of Naboo. This hunk of junk though? Slick wondered what cemetery the noble republic dug this mass of... reassembled battle droids out of? This wasn't even a kirffin proper prison. No, the cell actually had bars? He wasn't in a prison - he was in cage dug out of one of the zoos of antiquity. Well aint that special. He smirked to himself as he rattled the bars and commenced with a series of boisterous animal noises. Not that it did any good. No-one ever listed to him back here; even though at least he could give them credit for feeding him. Slick was growing bored though. He growled and... barked a bit before he finally settled down.
Where ever he was, he knew he had to be close. They never held treason trials anywhere other than Coruscant. Slick scratched his head as he thought a moment. Matter of fact; it wasn't common to hold treason trials for a clone at all? Naw, just shoot 'em. Sorry excuse for a life form. Slick laughed. But why him? Why such interest in 'due justice' now? He pondered a moment. Odd? He thought.
"Well, guess I'm not going to wait much longer." Slick muttered as the latch to the outside door began to creek. Two clicks, a turn and hulking hatch swung open. Slick stood up and strolled over to his cell door to see who was there.
Much to his dismay and veiled amusement; a honking ugly lizard dude with two sets of arms lopped in. The Basilisk species and I recognize this one! General Pong Krell, Oh yeah what a treat. Slick managed to keep his morose humor to himself as his mind digressed to those gutter places he knew he couldn't stay - and keep a strait face - that is. The hatch boomed shut as 'ol lizard lips gave it a healthy slam for good measure.
"Sargent Slick." The overgrown frog muttered as he slapped a data pad with one of his extra hands. "Treason!" He hissed. "Apparently here's one who never grew up loyal to the Republic!" He declared as he jutted one set of massive arms into the cell and grabbed the clone. "Now did you go Jango on them?" He eyed Slick as he pulled him off the ground to within centimeters of his face. Slick started to cough as Basilisk boy breathed on him. "Ha, hah haaahhhh!" Krell began to laugh as he tossed Slick back into the cell like a rag doll.
Well good, at least your done groping me. Slick glared at his interrogator as he ambled to his feet and stood as ready as he was ever going to be. "Come on." He mumbled in as much hatred as he could manage to force out of his trembling body. "Creatures bread in some laboratory! If your gonna kill me then be a real man and DO IT!" Slick yelled.
"WAAAHHHHH!" Krell burst into hysteric laughter as he doubled over and his two sets of arms flailed in helpless giggles. He lost his balance and landed with a booming thud on the deck. Slick could have swore the entire transport shook. The Jedi just lay there on his back though, slapping his chest with his four arms. Krell obviously found this overwhelmingly amusing, while Slick only stood trembling in humiliated rage.
"That was good clone." Krell finally sat up as he shook a finger at Slick. "That was so good, ya almost made me pee myself." He continued to giggle as he managed to lumber to his feet. "You're not like all the rest are you?" Krell continued as he waddled over to Slick's cell. "A clone with a brain. I like that!" He grinned mischievously as he slid one hand in-between the bars and 'tickled' Slick's ear.
"Get away from me!" Slick shuddered as he slapped Krell's hand away.
"I'll take this one." His Jedi tormenter just laughed. "I got a mission for you clone."
Krell left the confinement area a few moments later as Slick plopped down on his bunk and stewed about how he was going to plan his escape. He'd go along with Krell's mission, at least until he could find a good time to make a run for it. He wondered what 'ol lizard lips had in mind for him?
He'd remembered Krell from one brief encounter back on Kamino some many years past now. Krell was ill tempered and detestable; one sorry excuse for a general, but Slick had learned a valuable lesson that day. If you can't out muscle your enemy - out smart them - and Slick was sure he could do that. Krell was a bad-ay; albeit not a very intelligent one. Here's my ticket out of here. Slick thought; now I just got to play my cards right. He smiled to himself. Which works for me; since I already know his game.
Slick kicked back on his bunk a while and fantasied about what he might like to do when he's finally free. He'd thought maybe he'd like to go to Mandelore and see who he could hook up with that might teach him the fine art of bounty hunting. Than again, maybe Death Watch needed some new blood; or the Sepies? Well, maybe not the Sepies because when the Republic fell - there'd be no confederation to succeed it's self any longer. So they're out. What about the crime lords though? Slick's thoughts took another turn. Cad Bane, that blue faced pimple on the heine of galactic politics always seemed to have some sort of cash flow. Do I really want to work with him though? Slick reevaluated his options. Any clone Slick ever knew who'd had any limited contact with Cad Bane always said he smelled funny.
What about... settling down somewhere and disappearing into the populous of ...say Naboo, Alderon or even Coruscant? Yeah, Coruscant. Slick always liked the night life there. When ever he'd get the chance to sneak off to some shady continua; he never passed that up! Except of course that one time he spent his entire leave chasing down some underworld doctor for what ever it was that would cure him of the unpleasant social disease he seemed to have contracted from one Nautalon chick. Slick cringed. His ... wa hoo still hurt from that!
Tatooine - Oh Yeah! Slick started to laugh as his mind wandered from one unpleasant experience to another. Let me sweat my shebs off chasing down space junk. Doesn't that sound appealing. He snarfed at the dumb ideas that were now flooding his mind. Seriously though, what about settling down somewhere? Well, maybe in another 10 years or so, when he's actually old. He chuckled as he switched his feet, so he could cross his other leg over the opposite knee to give it a turn at a good bounce. Slick paused a moment as he starred at his feet. This cell is too damn boring. He muttered to himself. Gotta get out of here before I loose my mind.
Well Slick's mind hadn't gone far before Krell returned. This time he had a present and a proposition for the clone. He'd take Slick somewhere for officer training in exchange of feeding him information about the GAR. Well that's odd. Slick thought as he listened to Krell. He's a Jedi, what information does he need that he doesn't already have access too? But no, this mission was different.
"We need eyes on Sky-walker." Krell instructed. "It's very important."
"Anakin?" Slick questioned. "For what? You planning an execution?"
"Well no." Krell stepped cautiously. "We need to watch him; for the sake of someone very important. You with me?"
"Yeah." Slick answered without hesitation. "What do you want me to do?"
"I'll explain later." Krell answered. "But for now, until you're fully trained; I can't tell you any more."
"OK." Slick nodded, trying to hide his apprehension.
"And I'm warning you clone." Krell cautioned. "If you ever betray me. I will crush you with my bare hands!" He eyed Slick as he folded both sets of his massive arms across his baud chest. "After I'm done groping you of course." Krell started to laugh as Slick just sat there looking a bit alarmed.
"You knew what I was thinking?" He carelessly mumbled before he'd had time to sufficiently engage his brain.
Krell just began to bellow with laughter. "I'm a Jedi." He told Slick. "I know everything!"
