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Location: Coruscant, 15 months after the Battle of Geonosis
Status: Quiet
The Coco Town Barracks troopers had a relatively simple job. Coco Town was a cheerful area, and not much happened there, but it was decided that it was important to maintain a presence there nonetheless. The troops there had yellow armour, to blend in with the cheerful surroundings of the neighbourhood.
Also, the area was a thoroughfare for interesting people. Senators and Jedi frequently visited Dex's Diner across the road, and that kept the clones up to date on a lot of news.
Commander Bear was in charge of the area, and led his troops well, maintaining a strict discipline even if they didn't have the most important job in the galaxy. Raised in the sterile vats of Kamino, he had excelled at all the tasks the Kaminoans had set him, and thus he was always recommended for the highest jobs. However, due to some mix up, he was placed in charge of the defence of a small area of Coruscant.
However, it was the capital world, and it was the clones job to make sure the place stayed safe, and Commander Bear made sure that was done with the utmost efficiency.
"Right, take the two landspeeders out for a spin, make sure all is quiet." Bear ordered two of his men.
As they hastened to do their duty, he pulled off his helmet, showing his grizzled, pockmarked face.
"Something's not right."
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Location: Coruscant, two blocks away from the military barracks
Status: Quiet
Senator Alamma Kiel of Umbra was an important Senator, as such things went.
Hailing from the dark world of Umbra within the Ghost Nebula, she was bald, had a pale, ghostly white face, and clad in the finest shimmersilk. Purple eye shadow surrounded her eyes, and she had long, blue fingernails.
At the moment, she was critical in the Senate. The militants in the Senate, such as Ask Aak and Orn Free Taa were demanding that they give the Kaminoans another contract for another ten clone armies, one each for anew Jedi General. However, the pacifists, such as Padme Amidala and Bail Organa were staunchly refusing. Kiel had a deciding vote for her entire sector, and they could affect the outcome, as being the Senator for the sector, her vote mattered for twenty worlds, which could throw the vote either way, as in the preliminaries the day before, it had been a stalemate.
She had sought to forget about the crucial vote the next day by going out for dinner at Dex's Diner. There she had met her Jedi friend, Kon-Tee-Ra, a Serrocoan, who had seen action at Geonosis in one of the space battles, and since then had been at Rhen Var, Delaya and Varn. After their dinner, they decided to walk to the bus station together, having a stoll in the twilight, which was when the two of them thought best.
"It was good to see you my friend." Kiel said fondly as the Jedi prepared to go back to the Temple.
"And it was good to see you too. We should get together more often. It isn't every day old friends can just get together and talk in these trying times."
Kon was a small woman, with yellowish, brown skin and small, slanted eyes. Black hair fell to her shoulders, and she had a look of quiet strength about her. They had met several years ago, during the Nebula Front crisis, when Kon had unwittingly saved Kiel's life by throwing her lightsaber at a terrorist, deflecting a stray blaster shot. Since then, they had been good friends, though they hadn't seen much of each other since the war had began.
"I take it you're back out into the field soon?" Kiel asked as she walked with her friend towards the bus station.
"Yes. I go away next week to Druckenwell. What a jolly mission that will be."
"What about your Padawan, how is he?"
Kon smiled.
"Didnt I tell you? He was knighted two months ago. He's on his way back from Iridonia at the moment."
Her Padawan was an Iridonian boy by the name of Yastan Urik. He had been with his Master for several years, and Kiel was quite fond of him, and enjoyed flirting with him to wind Kon up.
"That's good to hear. How soon…?"
She never finished, as she gave a terrified scream.
A massive, hulking, armoured figure had dropped down from above. He had two glowing red eyes, and a Mandalorian elephant skull on his armour. A large jetpack was attached to his back, and in his hands he had two blasters.
"Hello Senator."
"Durge! Away, murderer!" Kon cried, Force pushing him away while lighting her green lightsaber.
Durge laughed throatily.
"That the best you can do Jedi?" he asked and stomped towards her.
"Alamma, run!" Kon urged.
The Senator did as she was instructed, and ran, heading to the barracks that were nearby.
"Durge, you will not harm her!" Kon swore, her saber lighting up the darkened alleyway.
Durge gave an insane laugh, and started firing his blasters. Kon deflected the shots, trying to giver her friend enough time to get to safety.
"You Jedi never learn any new tricks. Me on the other hand, I do."
He stopped firing and shoulder tackled the Jedi, knocking her to the ground. She gave a grunt, and deactivated her lightsaber, and brought it under his chest as he flattened her against the ground.
"Go on Jedi, let me hear a scream." he purred sadistically.
She smiled grimly.
"Alright."
She then activated her lightsaber, which pierced right through his stomach.
"Got you." she said triumphantly as he gave a cry of pain.
He gave an enraged snarl, and then grabbed her, her saber still sticking through him.
"Stupid move Jedi."
He then rocketed upwards, and when he was several feet above the ground, he dropped the Jedi.
Kon was ready, and summoned her lightsaber as she fell. As she plummeted feet first towards the ground, she concentrated on the Force, ripping a lamppost off of an overhead walkway, and she sent it toppling down onto Durge, ho cursed in pain, and flew past her to the ground.
Confident that the bounty hunter was incapacitated, at least for a moment, she Force push one of the walls beside her, and the Force blew her across to the next tower, where she stuck her saber into the duracrete and slowed her descent. She eventually came to a graceful landing on the ground, a large lightsaber scar running down the side of the tower.
She looked around in the darkness for Durge. Night had fallen in the few short minutes they had been fighting. She only hoped he hadn't gone after the Senator. She raised her saber higher, allowing it to illuminate the dark stairwells of the tower blocks. Then, Durge dropped down from above.
He was firing his blasters as he came, and Kon was thrown on the defensive, using her Form VI lightsaber technique to block the attacks, but she was quickly getting tired. Niman was a defensive, passive form, not meant to stand up to mad assassins like Durge.
The Force could be used though.
Above them was a fire escape, and she focused on that, breaking off several flights of steps, which she dislodged and crushed Durge with.
"AAH!" he cried as he was buried.
Confident that he would be going nowhere, she turned to leave, when she saw two red Republic landspeeders come down the alley.
"General Ra, are you alright?" a clone asked.
"Fine trooper. This murderer must be restrained. Call for backup." she ordered.
"General!" the other clone cried.
A small missile had flown out form a launcher on Durge's hand, but Kon was on the defensive, using the Force to send it harmlessly into the building's wall.
"Take him." she ordered, and the clones raised their rifles.
Durge gave a cackle, and ignited his jetpack, flying out from under the rubble, and throwing a grenade at the landspeeder at the far end of the alley, he sped towards where the explosion as about to be.
"Trooper, duck!" Kon cried, but it was too late.
Durge was on him, and his massive fist crashed through the clone's body, just as the grenade detonated, creating a wall of brilliant orange fire.
"To the landspeeder!" Kon ordered in shock, as Durge laughed and turned menacingly towards them.
The trooper leapt in, and turned the turret around to face Durge, while he turned the speeder around.
"Be swift!" Kon ordered as she sprang onto the back of the speeder.
The speeder then accelerated out of the alley, the cannon on the back firing at the Gen'Dai menace, who was flying after them on his jetpack.
"Hold still Jedi!" he yelled after them, and took aim with his sniper as he flew along after them.
"Trooper, go evasive!" she ordered.
The clone started junking the trooper from side to side as they sped around the alleyways into the back end of Coco Town, headed north to where the barracks were.
"Damn it mam, he blocked off our quickest way!" the clone cried.
"He knows what he's doing. Keep up the fire!" she barked.
The cannon was still firing away, and then Durge took his shot. Kon raised her blade, but missed it by a hair, and it punctured her shoulder, making her cry out in pain.
"General?"
"I'm fine. Oh no!"
Durge had fired a rocket, and it was headed straight for them. Concentrating, she sent it back towards the hunter, who stopped in shock.
"Oh bollocks." he said, and the missile hit him, creating a massive explosion.
Kon sighed and jumped into the front seat with the clone.
"Is he dead?" the trooper asked.
"I doubt it. Drive as fast as you can." she urged.
As they had been forced to go the long way around, they still had five minutes before they reached the barracks, as Coco Town was in all necessity a cul-de-sac.
"We'll be there soon General. The Senator also called the Temple, and reinforcements are on the way." he said happily.
Kon looked nervously behind them. She didn't trust Durge to not be following. Then, she felt him.
"Trooper, STOP!" she yelled.
It was too late, and a mine exploded, blowing the speeder apart in a tremendous explosion, and killing the clone. Kon had leapt out the second before, and although she was burning slightly, she was alive.
"Hello Jedi." Durge called.
Up above her, on a small apartment building, the menacing bounty hunter, his grey flesh peering through many holes, was standing, silhouetted against the massive full mono behind him.
"Durge! Away assassin!" she said, and used the Force to throw some rubble at him.
Durge was on the move however, and used his jetpack to take himself to her level, standing right in front of her.
"Be gone Durge!"
Durge laughed, and lunged at her, his massive arms going for her throat. She took a step back and brought her saber through his right arm, and he cursed in anger, but then kicked her in the stomach.
"Say goodnight Jedi."
He then punched her in the stomach with his remaining hand, and she was lifted off her feet, flying backwards. Durge then took out his blaster, and fired three times.
The bolts caught her in the chest, and she was dead before she hit the ground.
"Shouldn't have interfered Jedi." Durge snarled, and stomped off to finish his mission.
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Location: Coruscant, military barracks
Status: Ready for action
Alamma was going frantic.
"Surely they should be back by now!" Alamma cried.
"Senator, we don't know, just sit tight and be patient." Commander Bear told her.
Another clone entered.
"Sir, there are reports of explosions. I've sent a troop detail to find out what's going on."
"Good. Hang tight Senator."
Another clone dashed in.
"Sir, two Jedi have arrived!"
Bear and the Senator went out to meet them. One was a Quarren female, by the name of Yarla Wending. She was salmon coloured, and had long facial tentacles, and unlike most Jedi wore a green fluid dress, not unlike Luminara Unduli's.
Her Padawan was an Aqualish male called Oront Tebbing. He had been with his Master several years, and was close to ending his training. In fact, depending on the outcome of this mission, she was going to recommend to Master Windu that he be considered for Knighthood.
"Commander Bear, what is the situation? We heard that an assassin was on the loose." Yarla said.
"They are. It's Durge, General. He's here, on Coruscant." Bear said.
Yarla went pale.
"How could Durge get onto Coruscant?" she demanded.
"Any number of ways. I've sent the bases two landspeeders after him, and your Kon-Tee-Ra was fighting him. He should be run to ground soon. But I've called in the police as a stand by."
Yarla frowned, her tentacles flapping.
"No. Kon's gone, I cant feel her, which means she's either unconscious or dead. What weaponry does this base have? How many troops?"
"Fifty troops all told, the two speeders, four BARC speeder, two ATXTs and two ATRTs. General, may I ask what…?"
Oront turned to his Master.
"I cant feel the clones either."
"Damn. Commander, I'm sorry I cant answer your questions, but you must mobilise everything you have, and form a perimeter. Nothing can be allowed to get in."
Alamma looked at the Quarren Jedi.
"Master Jedi, may I ask what is going on?"
"Senator, I can only assume he's after you. I want you to get to the Jedi Temple. Oront, take her with you on one of the BARC speeders."
The Aqualish shook his head.
"No, Master, my place is here with you."
Yarla frowned at her Padawan.
"Oront, it is our duty to protect the innocent. Durge is after the Senator, and she is very important to the Senate. Get her out of here. Go straight to the Temple, get her deep inside, and leave her in the hands of a Jedi we can trust, one such as a Council member, Master Drallig or Madame Nu. Then, stay with her, but ask that reinforcements be sent here. Do not come yourself. Stay in the Temple."
Oront took a step forward.
"Master…"
"Do as I say! Take the Senator and protect her, that's an order. Now go!" she barked, fearful for her learner's safety.
He shot her a hurt look, and he climbed onto a speeder, and the Senator went on behind him and held onto his waist.
"Hang on Senator." he said.
He then gunned the engine, and sped off into the night.
"Goodbye my Padawan." Yarla said sadly, and turned to Bear.
"Get ready Commander. Durge is not an ordinary enemy."
There was a whine of repulsorlifts, and a LAAT/I appeared above them, followed by three more, six speeder bikes and four bright blue STAPs.
"Ah, the fuzz." Bear said happily.
The police gunships were painted black and yellow, to differentiate them from normal army gunships.
A tall, black haired, bearded man walked out and shook the clone's hand.
"Commander Bear, good to see you again."
"And you Constable Farthings. This is General Wending, a Jedi."
The constable shook her hand, and she pushed forward.
"Constable, my Padawan is escorting the Senator we feel Durge is after to the Jedi Temple on a BARC speeder. Could I ask you to give him some assistance?"
The man nodded, and motioned for the speeder bikes to follow. They shot off in the direction of the Temple.
"So, I hear we have an assassin." Farthings said, taking out his blaster.
"Yes. Durge, the Separatist Commander. We think he's after the Senator." Bear said grimly, refilling his rifle.
"Bloody Seps. Where is he now?" Farthings asked, scanning the sky.
"We've lost track of him, but there were two explosions nearby, and the Jedi cant feel the other one that was fighting him." Bear reported.
"She's gone I fear." Yarla said.
"What've you got on your gunships?" Bear asked.
"Three squads of riot police is all I could spare. Some damn fools decided to protest about the Battle of Jabiim, so we don't have much to spare."
Yarla was nervous. Durge had to be near.
"Well General, three squads of riot police, four gunships, four STAPs, fifty clones, two ATXTs, the three BARCs and two ATRTs. That should hold off even Durge."
Yarla shook her head sadly.
"Believe me Commander, against Durge, that will hardly even dent him."
There was then a blast of laserfire, which crashed into one of the policemen's head and dropped him to the ground.
"What did I tell you?" she asked, lighting her lightsaber, a blue blade.
A hail of blasterfire was then fired down at them from above, dropping more policemen.
"Evasive manoeuvres!" Farthings yelled.
"Clones, lock and load!" Bear ordered.
The clones and remaining police opened fire, but Durge, who had been flying above them, had vanished. There then came blasterfire from behind.
"Fan out!" Yarla commanded, and used her saber to light up the area.
She then found Durge, sitting happily on top of the first ATXT.
"Hello Jedi, pleased to see me?" he asked.
Yarla snarled, and motioned for the clones to get ready. They had already lost one squad of policemen.
"You have caused enough damage, assassin. Be gone!"
She then used the Force to wrench up one of the antipersonnel cannons and threw it at him.
Durge, who had been laughing, was caught by surprise and knocked off the top of the ATXT. He used his jetpack to righten himself.
"Bad move Jedi." he snarled.
He then pressed a remote, and a bomb that was attached to the ATXT he had been sitting on exploded, and the walker crashed to the ground with a roar, crushing two men. Then the fight was on.
"Gunships, STAPs, open fire!" Farthings barked.
The four platforms sped at him, while the gunships opened fire with their missile launchers.
"Fire!" Yarla ordered.
Blue blaster fire came from below and up towards Durge, as the ruthless bounty hunter sped at the STAPs, flying headlong through the field of laser fire. He fired off four shots with his blaster, and the four STAP riders plummeted to their doom, large holes smoking in their chest. The STAPs themselves crashed into a high rise tower as they flew straight on, but Durge had vanished from sight.
"Where did he go?" Bear demanded.
They got their answer a second later, when one of the gunships fired its side cannon into the two gunships flanking it. Massive holes were blown in the vehicles, which went careening out of control, skidded along the ground and detonated as they skidded to a halt.
"That answer your question? Fire on that gunship!" Farthings yelled.
The three remaining walkers opened fire, as did the clones, but it was no good. Durge, who had apparently killed all the people inside it during the confusion of before, opened fire with his missiles, which blasted apart the two ATRTs. The other gunship had a shot on him however, and two missiles crashed into the back of Durge's gunship, and the vehicle blew apart.
"Is that it?" Farthings asked.
"I wouldn't bet on it." Yarla said worriedly.
There was then an explosion from the undercarriage of the last gunship, and it hurtled down into the steep chasm beside them, leaving a triumphant Durge floating in the air on his jetpack.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA! You lot are pathetic!"
He then jetted down, pulled out his rifle, and opened fire.
They were so thrown by this mad attack that the last of the police were toppled in the first two seconds. The clones then opened fire, as did the walker, but Durge was on the move, using his jetpack. He fired a missile from his wrist, which hit the fragile knee cap of the ATXT. The walker gave a wobbling sound, then slumped to the ground.
"Attack!" Yarla ordered, and the clones charged, her, Bear and Farthings in the lead.
Yarla's blue lightsaber led the through the darkness, and with the remaining thirty clones behind her, firing all the way, Durge seemed outmatched. He was steadily forced back, and he then wobbled at the edge, and toppled out of sight.
Yarla sighed in exhaustion. Durge was gone.
"Thank the Force. Stand down." she ordered the clones.
The clones did as instructed, and Yarla went to comfort Farthings.
"I'm sorry Constable."
Farthings wailed sadly.
"They were all good men, and they got killed by some sadistic maniac. But even he couldn't have survived a fall off of this planet."
Yarla nodded in understanding, and turned to Bear.
"All the mechs are gone General, aside form the BARCs and the bikes sent with your boy. We lost twenty two troopers, and all the police."
Yarla sighed in despair.
"Sad souls. I shall inform the Council of what…"
She broke off as a massive fuel tanker passed over them, casting a shadow over them all.
"They've been told not to violate military airspace." Bear said grumpily, as he went for his comm.
"NO!" Yarla screamed, and used the Force to pull Bear, Farthings and two clones out of harms way.
The tanker then shot downward, with the sadistic Gen'Dai bounty hunter laughing madly as he crashed the truck into the barracks building, igniting all the other troopers in the ensuing explosion.
"By the force!" Farthings cried, as the flames quickly spread.
"Find Durge!" Yarla commanded, her saber raised.
There was then the sound of a jetpack, and the sound of blaster bolts. Yarla used her Form I, Shii-Cho, to deflect the bolts back at their owner, but wasn't in time to save the other two clones.
Now it was her, Farthings and Bear.
Durge laughed at them.
"You foolish Jedi. You're no match, and once I finish you, I'll go for your brat!"
Yarla snarled.
"Never!" she swore, and used the Force to create a cyclone of debris that stabbed through Durge.
Durge then burst out laughing.
"Idiot!"
He then used his flamethrower, and while Yarla directed some of it back, she was too late to save Farthings, who was cremated.
Bear was firing and yelling loudly, and Durge had had enough. He swung his magna bolas angrily, and Bear's head flew off a second later.
The menace then advanced on the Jedi, who stood her ground.
"You will not kill the Senator. My Padawan will get her to the Temple, and you will have failed." she promised triumphantly.
"We'll see Jedi."
He then rocketed towards her, but she was on the move, twirling through an action that allowed her to take Durge's left leg off, and then his right arm.
Durge crashed to the ground, and yelled in fury. He then fired another jet of flame, and she deflected it with the Force, but that delay had allowed him to open up with his blaster. Laser fire streaked at her, but she went defensive, knocking the bolts back towards Durge.
Durge laughed as he stopped firing.
"Shii-Cho, am I right? I can even get a shot in at Grievous when he uses that one."
Yarla narrowed her eyes.
"It's more than enough to defeat you, scum."
Durge laughed, and then his regrown hand lanced out for her throat.
She backflipped, landing away from the attack, but she had walked into his trap. He had opened fire with his blasters, which she deflected as she landed, and then used the Force to dissolve his fire attack. Then the dart hit her in the neck.
She gave a small gasp, her lightsaber fell, and she dropped to the floor, where the flames from the barracks then swept over her body.
Durge sniggered.
"There's your funeral pyre meatbag." he said, picking up her lightsaber and putting it in his secure compartment on his back.
He then got onto one of the BARC speeders, and sped off to end his mission.
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Location: Coruscant, bound for the Jedi Temple
Status: Slow
Oront, who still had the Senator clinging onto him for dear life, had been forced to wait for the police bikes to catch up. When they finally did, they got caught in the evening rush hour, late finishers all going home, and because of the works the builders were doing on several buildings, not even the police sirens could get them past the long line of traffic.
They finally accelerated into the Industrial District, which was only a short bit away from the Temple. They made good progress, when suddenly Oront felt it.
"Master!" he breathed in terror, and nearly lost control of the bike, but Kiel grabbed the wheel until he regained himself.
"I take it she's dead?" Kiel asked sadly.
"Yes. We need to go back!" he said, starting to turn around.
Alamma shook him lightly.
"Think! She's already dead, and that murderer may still be there! Our best chance is to get to the Temple and get some more Jedi to defeat that murderer."
Oront took a claming breath, nodded his thanks and drove them towards the Temple, the six police bikes following. They were just leaving the Industrial District when a cannon flashed out of nowhere and blasted apart one of the speeder bikes.
"It's him!" Alamma screamed.
It was indeed Durge, who had managed to get through the traffic through ways unknown to them. He fired again, and another bike went down.
"Break apart!" Oront yelled, lighting his green saber.
The other four speeders drifted apart, two coming around to fire at Durge. Their cannons opened fire, but Durge was already on the move, shooting down the two pilots and letting the bikes careen off, riderless.
"There's only two left!" Alamma yelled.
"Hang on Senator, I'll assassinate you in a minute!" he called, as he landed on one of the bikes steering vanes.
The pilot whipped out a hold out blaster and shot Durge in the hip, and the bounty hunter gave an irritated snicker, and threw the man of to his doom. He then took the bike, wheeled it around and blasted apart the other bike.
"Oh no." Oront said.
"Why!?" Alamma demanded.
Durge laughed.
"Why do you think? We aren't going to let you allow the Republic to send out more armies are you. Your death will scare the militants, and there will be no new forces, and we can push forward into the Core!" Durge crowed.
Oront gunned the engines and fled for the Temple.
"I never should have become a Senator!" Alamma screamed.
"Just hang on, we're close now!" Oront yelled, as cannon fire from Durge's bike came a bit too close.
The next bolt Oront blocked with his lightsaber, and they heard an explosion from behind them.
"Yes! You must have gotten him!" Alamma said in great relief.
"No…" Oront said uncertainly.
"Of c…"
A bolt of energy lanced through the Senators skull at that moment, and her limp body fell from the bike, thousands of feet, to its doom.
Oront cursed in fury. They had been only about a minute away from the Temple, and Durge had killed the Senator. He had also killed all the clones, the policemen, Kon-Tee-Ra and his master.
There was nothing left for him in the galaxy. Only hatred.
He felt the dark side claim him but he did not care.
"DURGE!" he screamed in hatred, and wheeled the bike around, throwing his lightsaber at the bounty hunter as he jetted towards him.
Durge laughed and caught the lightsaber, and Oront realised that he had fialed his Master: both in her last mission, and in her teachings by allowing darkness to claim him.
"Forgive me Master." he said softly, as Durge decapitated him with his own lightsaber.
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Location: Coruscant, secret landing pad in the Industrial District
Status: Immediate area in panic
Durge was in a very good mood as he entered his red HK3000. He immediately got onto the comm unit.
Ventress, who was at the Separatist Headquarters on Antares at the moment, answered.
"Hello Durge. Did you kill the Senator?" she asked.
He and Ventress got on rather well. True they had professional disagreements, but most of the time they were near enough friends, untied by their hatred of the Jedi. There had even been hints of something more after the mission to Queyta, but nothing else since then.
"Yep, she's dead, and I've stirred up a rats nest. A garrison of clones, three squads of police, four gunships, four STAPs, six speeder bikes and three Jedi all dead. A fine day's work."
She smiled and raised a pencilled eyebrow.
"You never did that." she said confidently.
She then sent her the newslink, which she watched for two minutes, then pouted.
"Ok, you did do all that. But there's no proof you killed the Jedi." she gloated, though he could tell she was impressed, and pleased.
"Oh yes?" he asked, and took out the three lightsabers.
"Most impressive." she purred.
"Cheers. Now, they all took a rather large chunk out of me, so I'm going to raise ship and recuperate in hyperspace."
Before Ventress could say anything, Dooku appeared.
"That would be unwise my friend. If any unregistered ship leaves Coruscant now, they will surely follow. Wait until morning."
Durge frowned.
"Dooku, I got beat up. I want off of here in case they find me."
Dooku smiled in understanding.
"Of course my friend. But as it looks like you did your job properly, a little too well I might add, you shouldn't be found. And also, it may achieve another one of my ends."
Durge was interested, as was Ventress.
"What would that be?" she asked from behind Dooku.
Dooku smiled.
"The Jedi will now have no choice but to try to track you down my friend. You can kill more Jedi."
Durge laughed.
"A wild goose chase?" he asked excitedly.
"Yes. I will be in touch in the morning. For now, rebuild yourself my friend. You've earned it." Dooku said, and disappeared.
Ventress came back and pouted.
"You get to have all the fun." she moaned, gave him a wink, and then vanished.
Durge laughed.
Not a bad day at all, and with the promise of more Jedi deaths, he slept very well indeed.
And as promised, here's another Clone Wars story!
This chapter was fun to write, and there's a lot of death to come in this one. What do youexpect when chasing someone like Durge?
More to come on both Clone Wars stories, and more to come, and I will do Spyro, tomorrow hopefully, I promise!
Until next time, please read and review, and I hope you enjoy!
