The simple truth was that his head hurt.

Not in the sense of having been drinking too much the night before or having a normal

day-to-day headache, no, his head hurt badly.

Someone had hit him.

It took him a moment to realize that he had trouble opening his eyes. His vision was blurry and trying to focus on his surroundings made his head hurt even more.

"I want the original."

A frown creased his forehead as he turned towards the unknown voice.

Or better yet, as he tried turning towards the unknown voice.

"You can't have the original. He's mine!"

"I found him first!"

"Will you two shut up?!"

An eerie quietness stretched into long seconds before there was another unknown voice,

"No one gets to keep the original. We'll let him go once we're done."

The blur that made up his eyesight slowly began to recede and he could recognize various lights and blinking machines. Everything seemed to be held in a dark grey hue and a bad feeling settled into the pit of his stomach.

To make things even worse, he tried reaching out towards the Force without success.

There was no Force to reach out to. He was utterly devoid and blind to the Force.

What the kriff is going on? He asked himself, keeping his confusion and anger at bay.

There was only one reasonable explanation why he could not tap into the Force: Ysalamiri.

This was not good; not good at all.

Damned those wicked animals!!!

"Is he regaining consciousness?"

There was that first voice again and he turned his head.

He suddenly noticed that he couldn't really move anything else except his head.

And it still hurt.

Whoever had hit him would definitely pay…

His hands and feet were fixated to an exam table and he was annoyed to realize the table was standing upright.

At least he was still fully clothed.

His gaze wandered towards a group of dark clad women standing at the very end of…an infirmary? Whatever the place was, it reeked of medical appliances and sterility.

"Why, hello there sunshine. How nice of you to join us."

One of the women said in an exaggerated sweet tone and with a sly grin on her face. She slowly looked him up and down and he felt oddly uncomfortable.

It wasn't the fact that the woman was not attractive, on the contrary, and if circumstances had been different, he would have most likely gotten along with her very well.

But not while being tide up to an exam table, who knew where and who knew what in the Force they had done to him.

Or still had planned on doing to him…

"Join you?" He asked in a hoarse whisper, "Where am I? What's going on?"

"So many questions at once!" the woman said, a wide grin spreading across her face. "It won't take much longer, Master Durron, and you'll find out for yourself."

Kyp Durron did not like the sound of this. Kyp Durron did not like any of this.

It had been a very long time since anyone had shown the audacity to even try to abduct him but no one had succeeded in years!

Now being surrounded by a bunch of women…it was embarrassing to say the least.

I better hope no one finds out about this…

"Okay, ladies, I'm about done back here. You can start with the programming!"

Kyp arched a dark eyebrow at the sound of a male voice coming from somewhere in the back. There was the sound of something falling to the floor, clattering loudly on the metal and then the stranger let out a string of curses.

A Dozen women and one male…what the hell?

The woman who had been talking to Kyp – the leader of whatever group this was, Kyp supposed – sat down behind a console, the others huddling behind her.

"Now to the fun part."

"Can I go first?" A shorter and much younger women – or girl, Kyp wasn't sure – walked beside the leader with a slight smile on her face.

The leader nodded, "Sure. Your preferences please."

The younger woman smiled widely and shifted her gaze towards Kyp. He felt like a prisoner, like a slab of meat on an auctioning market.

It was degrading!

"Stop that." Kyp said defiantly.

"Stop what?" the younger woman asked innocently. The problem with this one was the fact that she really did seem innocent.

But Kyp did not trust these women. None of them.

"Stop staring at me like that."

"Why?"

Kyp frowned, "What do you mean why? Because I said so!"

The not-so-innocent girl laughed, "I don't think you're in a position to make demands right now."

"Yes, about that. Where the hell am I?" His voice grew louder with every word. He was getting impatient. He was getting angry.

Women or not, they did not want to see him angry. With or without the Force!

"Master Durron, please calm down. It will only take another few minutes." The girl backed away with a slight smile on her face and went to stand behind the leader sitting at the console.

"Could you make mine a little younger please? Not so much grey in his hair."

The leader tapped a few keys and nodded to herself, "Anything else?"

The young girl shook her head, "No. Everything else… seems perfect." Her eyes fluttered back towards Kyp and his annoyance level grew.

This was completely insane.

"Next!" The leader called and a second woman approached from the back.

To Kyp this seemed like a scene out of a low-budget holovid.

"Could we try and make him blond?" A voice asked from the back and suddenly all went quiet. The tapping of the keyboard seized and it seemed to Kyp that everyone was holding their breath.

Not even the male from the back made a noise.

It took a while before the leader cleared her throat, "Was that blasphemous question meant seriously?"

There was a shrug from the woman who had asked, "Well, a little variety might not be so bad. Blond, blue eyes instead of green…you know –"

"Shut up!" someone shouted from the front. "Just the thought…" she trailed off, "Have you gone mad?"

"It was just a suggestion."

"Let's just stick to the basics. No more suggestions of blond Kyp's." the leader said and now Kyp was worried.

Had he heard correctly? Had she just said Kyp's? His name in plural?

And suddenly it dawned on him. This place was no infirmary…

It was a cloning facility.

"Who are you people?" he demanded with a firm voice, although he felt very ill inside.

Clones? Kyp clones?

This couldn't be real. Why in the name of the Force would anyone want to clone him?

"Why, Master Durron, can't you guess?" There was the leader again. She was smiling at him from behind the console, her head perched atop her folded hands.

"We are your personal fan club."

Kyp coughed and his eyes widened slightly, "Excuse me?" he asked hoarsely.

"Yes, Master Durron, you heard correctly. We are your official fan club."

The world had gone crazy. Kyp Durron had most definitely woken up in an insane new world! Or was he asleep somewhere and was having the craziest dream of his life?

Maybe the hit on his head had been harder than anyone had thought and he was hallucinating?

Fanclub?

"Don't worry, Master Durron. We don't want to hurt you. All we need is your DNA and once we're done, you get to leave."

It wasn't a regular occurrence for Kyp Durron to be speechless. But this was definitely one of those times.

He leaned his head against the exam table and took a deep breath.

How the hell did I get myself into this mess?