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The Dark Clone

Chapter I: Encounter

The former Jedi Knight, Revan, was lying alone on a beach with the sun shining down on his muscular form and a smirk on his face. His eyes were closed in order to protect themselves from the sheer intensity of this planet's star. The sound of someone walking through the sand met his ears and a shadow soon blocked out the sun's rays from over him.

"Are you just going to lie there all day or are you going to join me?" Bastila Shan asked him in a severe tone. Revan opened his eyes and looked up at the woman he loved. She had a playful smirk on her face, despite the fact that her arms were folded and she maintained her lecture stance. The former padawan's body glistened in the sun as the water dripped down it. She was dressed only in a dark blue swimsuit, which accented her lush form nicely. Revan looked her up and down with a smile.

He reached out, extending his hand to her. She took it, but before she could pull him to his feet, he pulled her down on top of himself. The two were soon lost in a passionate kiss as Revan rolled on top of her. After a moment, they broke apart and looked into each other's eyes. Bastila's pale blue eyes met his dark emerald colored ones with a look of love and desire. "Very typical of a male," she commented regarding the trick he had just pulled on her.

"If you want someone who won't do that, you may have to look into women," he told her as he rolled onto his back. Bastila readjusted herself so that she could rest her head on his well toned chest and smiled.

"I'd rather not," she replied.

"Then stop complaining," he muttered as he wrapped an arm around her.

It had been nearly a year since Revan had returned from unknown space, claiming that the True Sith had been in essence finished off for good. The beast-like creatures had not been wiped out completely, but Revan and his friend Eli had crippled their government and killed enough of their leaders to ensure that they would be done for quite some time. They would need an immensely persuasive and powerful warrior to step in and take control of the last of their race if they were ever to come to power again. Those that had survived his raid in the heart of their empire had fled deeper into unknown space and were no longer a threat. The Republic was safe again and he was home.

A near-death experience on one of the Sith worlds had changed Revan's view on numerous subjects. Before he had left for unknown space, he and Bastila had hidden their relationship from the Jedi Council and had kept their passions for one another on a firm leash. After he had been gone for nearly a four years though, he was captured and taken prisoner on a Sith world near the capital of their empire. After weeks of endless torment and suffering, the former Sith Lord was rescued by an old friend and comrade in arms. The Jedi Exile, Eli Paladine, stormed the Sith Temple where he was being held and released him. The two former Jedi raided the Sith capital city and killed their leaders.

They returned to Republic space shortly afterwards. Both went to Telos so that they could find their respective companions. Brianna Kae had gone back to Atris's Jedi Academy in the polar regions of Telos, while Bastila Shan was working with the TSF to help restore the planet to its former state of existence. Eli and Brianna had agreed to stay with Atris in her academy and help her recover from the trauma she had undergone.

The two Jedi had gone back to Coruscant where the newly formed Jedi Council waited for them. They had regarded Revan with suspicion, seeing as how the outer regions had been where he fell to the dark side before. The council was pleased to see that the dark side of the Force did not seem to taint the knight at all.

An offer was made to Revan. The former Sith Lord could have taken a seat on the High Jedi Council and attain the rank of master. He had declined the offer. Before all of the Jedi, Revan professed his undying love for Bastila and explained that there was no place in the Jedi Order for either of them anymore. This decision was met with both approval and disapproval.

After leaving Coruscant, they traveled together to Talravin, where Bastila visited her mother's grave for the first time. The two had been moving from place to place ever since. They usually stayed in one place for a month or two before moving on. Neither had any fear of being attacked. They no longer moved for the sake of tactics. It was simply a matter of time. The galaxy had so many beautiful things to offer them and they wanted to see it all together. Revan had seen so many awe inspiring things during his travels and during the Mandalorian Wars that Bastila, having grown up on Dantooine and lived on Telos for the rest of her time had never seen.

There were still seven more planets they wanted to visit together. Once they had seen all of the proclaimed paradises in the galaxy, they would return to Coruscant and be married. There days of fighting were over.

Bastila slowly forced herself to stand up and looked down at her fiancé. "Come on," she said as she pulled on his hand to get him to stand up.

"Too comfortable," he replied.

"You're lying on a sandy blanket and you're sopping wet," she scoffed. "How can you be comfortable?"

"Well I wasn't sopping wet until someone came over here and fell on top of me," he retorted. "Besides, I'm not covered in sand. That's just you."

Rolling her eyes, Bastila began to kick heaps of sand on top of the former Sith Lord. Revan groaned as he slowly sat up and scowled at her. She smiled at him playfully before turning towards the water. "Come in when you want me," she told him.

Revan shook his head as he stood up. The sun was just starting to set and the ocean glistened in its rays. He noticed Bastila turn to glance back at him. He smiled and began to chase after her. The former Jedi padawan stopped at the edge of the water and turned back to see if Revan had followed. Indeed he had. The moment she turned around, he tackled her and they both went rolling in the water.

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The door to their hotel room opened and Revan and Bastila walked in, arms around one another. The luxury suite that the two of them managed to afford everywhere they went was quite large. There were three rooms: a kitchen, a bedroom, and a living room. They walked over to the couch in the middle of the living room and fell onto the couch with each other.

"Message," their computer terminal droned at them. "Message."

"Ignore it," Revan told her as she tried to get up to go answer it.

She planted a firm kiss on his lips and pulled away from him. He watched her as she went towards the computer. His head rested against the arm of the couch and he closed his eyes. He heard the distinct beep that accompanied the beginning of a recorded message.

Revan looked up when he heard strange guttural words being muttered over the message. A confused smile appeared on his face, while Bastila was simply confused. "What is that?" she asked.

"Wrong room I guess," he replied.

"What is it saying?" she asked.

"Dunno," he replied. "Don't recognize the language."

"Deleted," the computer said after Bastila pressed the key to erase the message.

She walked back over to where Revan was lying and fell back on top of him, falling into a passionate kiss.

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That night, Revan looked down into the apartment where the source of her DNA slept through the scope of her modified sniper rifle. She could see two people in the bed. One of them was definitely her source, but the other was a female companion of some sort. According to her research, he had left the Jedi Order so that he could be with a woman named Bastila Shan. Odds were this woman was the former Jedi padawan.

She put down her weapon and turned away. The black case that she kept her weapon in was lying open on the ground beside her. She reached over and pulled a special lens out of the case. After fitting it over the scope, Revan retook her sniper position and looked back down at her prey and his mate.

The new lens was designed to scan and analyze the current health and status of those it viewed. The two bodies in the bed were now a deep orange color, indicating a healthy body temperature for both. Numbers began to flash, indicating different statistics. Both of them were definitely asleep, judging by their heart rate and brain activity. More stats continued to flash, indicating perfect health. Finally, the last statistic popped up, which the one she was most was interested in. The woman had a midichlorian count of about seventeen thousand, while the male had close to twenty.

She set the weapon aside again and stood up. There could be no doubt that the man down there was the source of her genetic makeup. They had an equal midichlorian count, meaning that they had an equal affinity for the Force. She looked down at the rifle that was lying on the ground with consideration. The rifle would make things easier. It would be so simple to pick up the rifle and finish the job. It took a serious amount of self control to stop her from doing it.

"There would be no honor in killing him like this," she thought to herself. "Only the most worthy deserves to live. There is no worth in killing him from a distance."

She dropped down to one knee and put the rifle back into the case. Beside the black plasteel container was a black leather sheath with that covered a heavily modified vibrosword. Revan was ready to dispose of her shadow. He was a thorn in her side and she had no intention of leaving it there to play games. The thorn needed to be plucked. There was no reason to wait for a more opportune time. She could match his field experience with the vast amount of Jedi and Sith knowledge her creator had streamed into her brain before she had come to completion.

The slick sound of metal sliding against metal met her ears as the blade came free of the sheath. The power cell had been changed out a mere hour previously and the original edge had been replaced with a deadly serrated one. The cloned copy of the former Sith Lord was confident of her prowess with a blade, despite the fact that she had never actually faced anyone in combat. Holorecords of famous duels between both soldiers and Force wielders had been downloaded into her memory, giving her a creative flare that most normally trained swordsmen wouldn't have.

Revan made her way towards the hotel where her enemy slept in the arms of his companion. Her way was unimpeded and she made her way to the guest lounge, where she sliced into the computer system to ascertain the information she needed regarding his room number and service. Soon afterwards, she got up and made her way to the room. Those she passed along the way passed by her as if she were not there. There eyes didn't even seem to register that she existed.

The elevator door opened and she stepped out into the hallway of the twenty-eighth floor. Her enemy slept in the room marked "2886." The golden numbers that were emblazoned on the wooden door brought a smile to her. Anticipation made her quiver as she sliced the small keypad that locked the door. Using a computer spike, the clone broke the lock and the door opened.

The room inside was completely dark. The living room well furnished with two couches, an easy chair, and a glass top table with an ornate bouquet of flowers in the center. The curtain that went over the sliding glass door that led to the balcony billowed, seeing as how the door was slightly open. She dismissed this as a careless mistake as she walked into the bedroom and smiled. The sheets of the bed twisted as someone turned in his or her slumber. The clone couldn't tell who. She simply stepped forward with a smile, which immediately turned into a frown. The sheet covered the lithe form of a rather stunning looking woman, but that was all. She slept alone in the bed.

The clone's suddenly reached out with the Force, but realized it was too late. She spun around just in time to see an enraged face before a fist collided with her jaw. Pain spread through the area and staggered backwards, bumping into the dresser behind her. The slight clatter of the knick-knacks on the wooden surface of the furniture piece was enough to wake the sleeping woman. She sat up with a gasp, but seemed to come to her senses quickly.

"Damn it," Revan swore.

Her enemy stared at her with dark eyes. Her fingers gripped her sword tighter in their grasp. She raised it into an offensive stance, one that would normally be used by those who practiced the Ataru form of lightsaber combat. The man across the room seemed to recognize the stance and fell into an unarmed Echani fighting stance. His companion was on her feet and fell into a similar pose behind him. Both of the former Jedi waited for her to make the first move.

In order to test her opponent, Revan slashed with her blade towards his shoulder. He stepped back and deflected the blade from the side with the back of his hand. He retook his stance and went back to waiting. She stepped forward, spinning around in a circle as she went and went towards his upper thigh. He stepped back again, but she pressed forward this time. He was forced to retreat even further. Revan stopped her attack before she made a fatal mistake, as he enemy had hoped. He had stepped into the threshold of the room, expecting her to follow, which would have left her back wide open to his mate.

Revan changed targets and went towards the woman instead. Bastila rolled across the bed to dodge the horizontal swipe and landed behind her attacker. The female clone quickly moved to take the position Bastila had held moments ago in order to avoid an attack from her original from behind. She swung her leg in a bone crunching round house kick and slammed it into his back. He was thrown forward landed on all fours in front of his lover. In order to protect her companion, Bastila stepped forward used the Force to throw the clone back. Revan had a much higher affinity to the Force than Bastila did and merely waved the attack away. She stepped forward and made an attempt to penetrate the former Jedi's forehead with her blade. Bastila turned away, but was too slow. The blade nicked her shoulder, piercing the material of her night shirt.

Revan heard both of her enemies hiss violently and saw them both go for their shoulders. Blood oozed from the laceration on the woman's shoulder, staining her white shirt. Bastila stepped back to allow her mate to shield her. He quickly stepped up and moved towards her, baiting her to attack. Revan took the bait and attempted to stab the former Sith Lord. He quickly pivoted and moved to take his enemy from behind. Her enemy wrapped his arm her throat and used his other arm to immobilize her sword arm.

"Don't move," he hissed into her ear with a venomous threat behind his words.

In response Revan threw her head backwards, smashing the base of her skull into his nose. The former Dark Lord grunted as he turned his head away to avoid another blow. His clone didn't take this as a reason to stop and continued to attack. Her head banged into his jaw and the side of his head several times before he finally backed away. Once she was free, she turned around and attempted to attack him with a wide slash.

Having forgotten his mate, Revan had focused solely on her adversary. The Force sent her a flicker of a warning, but it was too little, too late. Bastila overtook her in a split second. The former padawan knocked her legs out from under her, which sent her toppling over. The vibrosword went soaring in the air. A hand reached out and snatched the hilt. Revan looked up and saw that her enemy had grabbed the weapon. He brought it down, resting the tip of the blade just above her jugular.

"Don't move," he repeated with a deadly calmness to his deep voice.

Despite the darkness in the room, Revan could tell that the man she was cloned from didn't let his eyes leave her. The expression on his face was unchanging. His mate on the other hand seemed to be reacting as if the two were talking. Were they communicating somehow? No! They couldn't be. The Force didn't allow for mental communication on that level. Force ghosts were the only way to communicate that strongly.

"Who are you?" he asked her after a long moment.

Revan didn't answer. She merely held his gaze defiantly. Frustrated, he sighed and glanced at the other woman. Bastila nodded, as if she had just received an order to be carried out. She crawled over the bed and made her way to the door. She flipped the switch and the lights in the room went on. For the first time, the two former Jedi were able to study their assailant's features.

The one with the sword to her neck refused to display anything in his mind before an attacker, but the other one was less well trained. Bastila raised an eyebrow as she looked the woman over. Revan knew what was going on in her mind. The clone bore an uncanny resemblance to the original. The silky chocolate hair was identical in color. Their eyes were matching sets of dark emeralds that bore into each other. Their facial structures were very similar. Bastila instantly realized that the crooked confident smile that was forming on her face was identical to her lover's.

And then Revan saw it. Her opponent's hand faltered and the blade shook. With speed that was impossible for a Force-blind, she kicked him in the upper arm, deadening it to all feeling. He groaned as the sword went flying. The clone jumped to her feet and threw both of them back with the Force. The sheer power of the attack hurled them both into the wall, knocking all of the pictures and portraits on the wall down to the ground.

The cloned assailant turned around and used the Force to shatter the transparisteel window. The glass exploded and went flying out into the gardens below. With one glance back at her original, Revan leapt out of the window in a Force assisted jump, calling the fallen sword with her. With the grace of a crane, she twirled through the air and landed deftly on her feet, twenty-eight stories below.

Ok, so this was a quick update since all I gave you last time was the prologue. I know this is only the first couple of chapters, but I would like to know what you think and if you have any suggestions to make the style clearer. Please review. I want feedback. I'd also take storyline suggestions. So far I haven't brought in all of the characters from the first game (I have the next two chapters after this already written) and I would like ideas for what to do with them. So far, Jolee, Juhani, Zalbaar, HK-47, and T3 have not been written in. If you have suggestions for any of these characters, please send them in.