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The Dark Clone
Prologue
A terrible cackle broke through the otherwise silent air and reverberated off of the walls of a laboratory. The shrill voice howled with laughter of triumph. A green skinned twi'lek, garbed in a lab coat and a protective suit, stood in a forced bow from the waist as he pounded on the bench that he was leaning on to remain standing. The alien's lekku dangled down before him, giving a slight look of madness as he continued to convulse with joy. Air seemed to be relatively low in his lungs and it became a struggle to inhale the needed oxygen. His brown eyes flicked up as control became his again. A wide grin refused to leave his features. He muttered something joyful in his native language as his eyes absorbed the beautiful sight in front of him.
Years of research, work, and mental stress had finally culminated into this moment. The twi'lek looked up at his greatest creation. She was beautiful.
Long silky brown hair cascaded down her bare back, just passed her shoulders. Shimmering emeralds served to observe the world around her. The curves and contours of her lithe form would drive any man mad with desire. She stood naked before him, eyes set firmly on his. Her jaw was clenched and her lips tightly formed a straight line. Overall, her face looked quite bored. She seemed to show no sign of humiliation or even notice that she stood before a man without any clothing to protect her modesty.
"How do you feel?" he asked her.
The woman bent her elbow and flexed her fingers to test them. Her head lolled back before rotating and cracking the neck loudly. "I seem to be fine," she replied.
"Good, good," the twi'lek muttered as he quickly grabbed a datapad from his desk and began to type in the results of his work. The young woman folded her arms and began to scan the room. "Where are we?" she asked.
"This is an abandoned research station on Polis Massa. This is where I've been working to create you."
She walked passed the twi'lek over to a table filled several different geometrically shaped devices. "These are the holocrons you streamed into my brain during development?" she asked him.
"All of the Jedi and Sith holocrons I could find," he replied proudly. "Including one of Revan's personal holocrons."
"I see," she replied as she ran a hand over one of them. "Swordsmanship, force forms, philosophy, tactics, and linguistic data."
"Everything I thought you would need."
"Need?" she repeated.
"Yes. Once you've undergone a thorough physical analysis you will begin work on the job you were created for."
"I don't think so," she replied.
"Is there is something wrong?" he asked in confusion.
The young woman turned to face the man who created her, eyes narrowed. A sinister look gleamed in those dark green pupils. "The job I was created for," she mimicked him. "You mean to exist as your slave. You would want me to be your body guard and your assassin. You would want my body to be yours and use me for your own self serving pleasures. That is what is wrong, Master."
The twi'lek's eyes furrowed in indignation. "You will do as commanded, Rena!"
The woman began to laugh at his words. She threw her head back as she cackled in amusement. "You're wrong, Doctor," she replied.
The beautiful woman extended her hand towards her creator. His eyes widened as he felt the oxygen supply in his lungs suddenly disappear. His hands immediately went to his throat, trying to pry away the invisible hands that choked him, but to no avail. He tried to speak, but it was impossible. The twi'lek's shod feet began to lift off the ground and into the air. His blood began to compact and he felt the pressure inside of his being increase greatly. A feeling of overwhelming claustrophobia took the green alien.
"I am my own person," she said to him as she began to walk towards him. "I may be the product of your experiments, but I am more of a sentient being than you could be."
A deep purple colored blood began to drip from the twi'lek's nose and eyes as his blood pressure continued to rise at an uncontrolled rate. His heart was thundering harder than he had ever known it to.
She finally clenched her hand into a tight fist, allowing the power that surrounded her creator's body to crush him. His body exploded, sending blood and remains flying in every direction. The power that had killed him quickly moved to surround his killer, halting the spray of blood and flesh before it touched her white skin. The purple liquid dripped to the ground, leaving her untouched.
"I'm sorry, Doctor," she said to the mangled remains that littered the ground. "I do not exist to serve you. Soon enough, my future will be my own and I will live my life the way I want to, but first there is a small matter to be dealt with."
She turned away from her creator's remains and looked up at the roof. Polis Massa's facilities did not use conventional durasteel in its architecture, but instead transparisteel, making it look like the entire base was made out of glass. The endless abyss of space hovered above her and she smiled. The stars twinkled down at her, their beauty filling her with a sense of awe. There were so many wondrous things in this world. Her mind knew what these things were, but her soul did not and it yearned to. Her mind was that of a wise sage and cunning warrior, but her heart and soul were those of a child. There were so many things she yearned to know. Soon enough she would. Soon she would know all of the pleasures, both physical and emotional, that this world had to offer her, but first she had a mission. The image of a man flickered in her mind, bringing anger to the surface. She was the product of this man's DNA. The exact same genetic makeup ran in their veins. He was her and she was him and this was something she would not accept. There could only be one Revan in the galaxy at one time and that was her.
I know this was a very short chapter, but it is just the prologue. Updates should come soon. Don't worry. Please tell me what you think. I've been playing around with this idea for awhile and I think I've finally got my ideas down enough to post them. There's still some things to work out, but that'll come with the rest. Anyways, please review. All input is valued and I do not mind constructive criticism. Flames are not appreciated, but will be taken with dignity.
