"Could anyone explain to me when the hell Kal got here?" I ordered, looking around the room. Vau said, "You went into a psychotic episode. We had to use a sedative. I've never seen my soldiers go into those before, and it gets worse. Kal hasn't either... it must be another mutation in the Fett Genome." That didn't necessarily answer my question, but okay.

"Don't tell me I'm going to start lifting things with my mind…"

"You better not."

"Is it possible to cure my psychotic rampages? Before I, you know, kill somebody?" I asked, looking my former drill sergeant in the eye. He just shook his head. "Kal and I use different methods of training. I pound on my soldiers, making them survive. I make them fighters while he protects them like children; at least he gets aliit into them. Anyway we've got an idea, but I think you'll hate it as much as we do."

"Fierfek, don't tell me I have to..." I stopped short. Kal nodded grimly. I kicked the wall. I knew what could come out of it if I didn't agree. I could kill anyone at any time...an unstable time bomb waiting to explode. Kal said, "I'm afraid so son."

"Did my squad mate recommend this?"

"Well no, my boy didn't, I just couldn't think of anyone other than the fierfeking Jettise who understands this stuff."

"Let's just get this over with," I angrily crossed my arms before sulking back. "Well in case you haven't realized with my dealings with Bard'ika and Zey," Kal continued, "I'm not exactly welcome at the temple."

"Which is where I come in," I heard Jang'buir accent as Skirata, my clone brother and squad mate, interjected. I rolled my eyes, "It had to be you didn't it?"

"Yes I know you're heartbroken. Now I reached a healer I know at the temple so we should be expected. Don't worry though, it might be fun, maybe Ace will come back and flirt with some nurse again and we can have another little adventure with everyone that hates us."

"At least you and Ace wouldn't anymore." I stood up, saluted Kal and Vau along with Skirata as he went out to the speeder with myself following behind. We spent the ride to the Temple medcenter in silence, and as soon as we landed and disembarked a young Padawan came storming up to us on the landing pad demanding to know our business, "Excuse me soldier, but you can't just land anywhere you want on Coruscant. State your business at the temple or leave."

"You could say we need a Jedi healer," Skirata replied. The padawan shook his head, "So does everyone, excuse me, but you're going to have to leave. "

"Turning away someone in need is not the Jedi way," Skirata replied. I gruffly added, "He would know."

"We don't need clones running about the Temple, blasters armed."

"We just need a healer," Skirata continued, "We aren't here to destroy anything, I would know, kid I'm practically one of you."

"I find that hard to believe." I was getting fed up, I probably would have slot the little hutt'uun if Skirata hadn't muttered "Undesii," under his breath before continuing, "My designation is RC-2213, you probably have me on file somewhere in the archives, look up what else it says I go by then see if I'm not allowed in."

"That would be wasting my time."

"I was told I was expected, one of the healers told me," Skirata continued before crossing his arms, "and either I got the code wrong when they tried to teach but I think leading me on like this would be ignorance and not knowledge."

"Oh, you're Jedi Commando?" Skirata nodded. "Sorry sir, I didn't expect you to be a clone."

"Nobody does." The padawan nodded awkwardly, unwilling to admit his mistake, "Follow me then."

We soon were led to the medcenter where an aging human with a gray beard greeted us. "Well this is the one," Skirata said. The healer nodded, "I see, I'll need some time alone with him, if you don't mind."

"You'd have to ask him." I grunted, "Fine," before following the Jedi healer into a private room. "So what seems to be the problem," he inquired. I replied, "Bad service."

"Oh yes, please forgive the padawan, he still has much to learn. So, would you be kind enough to explain to me what's going on?"

I began to explain my dilemma, he just listened intently, nodding occasionally, or politely interrupting to ask a question or two. As I finished he asked, "Is that all?"

"Well you fierfeking Jettise killed my father, but other than that, yeah, that's all." He nodded, "I apologize for any harm the Jedi might have caused your father, but perhaps it is best to let go of the past."

"I'm not a Jedi; don't preach this garbage to me." He nodded once more, "Very well," if I offended him he did a good job of not showing it, "Well I think I have a solution, but it'll take some time and effort, if you're willing."

"Can we just get this done with?"

"If only it was that simple, you might as well get comfortable, we'll probably be here awhile.

Ace POW

I sat at my apartment sulking, Skirata, Fett, I don't know what had happened. I hadn't taken my helmet off since my last meeting with Sev and Skirata, and I don't think I was going to anytime soon. I don't know what Skirata did but definitely got Fett against me somehow; it was probably some Jedi osik. The chancellor was right, the Jedi were evil, Fett was right, and they all could rot in hell. Skirata, he's dead to me now, replaced by some Jedi clone. My wife came over to me and asked, "Ace, are you ok?"

"I'm fine," I mumbled disgruntledly. Of course she knew I was lying to her, "C'mon Ace, don't be that way with me."

"Fine," I snorted, "It's just Skirata…"

"Jedi or another one, I'm sorry cyar'ika, I can never keep up with that."

"Yeah the jettise. He's sold us out to those fierfeking slave drivers."

"Ace, he's your brother, you two used to be so close."

"That was before he lost all the ijaat in him."

"He probably had a good reason…"

"Shove it!" I yelled at her before I realized what I had done. I had never snapped at her before, never, "Look sorry, I'm, I'm just a little on edge is all, I don't know what's going on with Fett and I think Jedi might have something to do with it."

"Maybe you're not giving him enough credit, after all his insanity is what brought us together."

"Look I don't want to talk about it ok?" She took the hint and didn't ask anymore. I stood up and walked out to the balcony. It was night. The Coruscant skyline was glimmering with the lights of the megalopolis. That was when I felt my commlink going off, I answered it. The Chancellor now robed and a hood hiding over his face was on the other end. I watched as the blue figure gave out his decree, "The time has come. Execute Order 66."

With that he hologram died. I knew what I had to do, and I knew I would enjoy it, the Jedi would die, even my traitorous brother.