Well, we all knew it would happen sooner or later. This is part of a story line on my Star Wars site that I'm working on with a couple of friends. I've left out a few of my smaller notes. But, about one of the main characters. Gabri, or Gabriel Fett, is a clone of Jango, with a small amount of his foster father's ((Alquis's)) DNA, making him look a bit different ((the grey-brown eyes, the height to a small extent)). Thing is, he doesn't know that he's a clone.
Anyway, I'm rambling. Gabri and Alquis belong to me Serasi and Xurc are Claire's. Everything else belongs to the almighty Lucas. Yeah… Well, on to the fic!
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The hallway, which lead to the Jedi
living quarters, was silent, it was the middle of the day and most of the
students were in classes or eating the mid-day meal. The lone student, Xurc
glanced over his shoulder to be sure that no one was following, he had used
every precaution in coming here, he was suppose to be eating, but it was normal
for a student to skip the meal if it was going to the archives...he was
skipping...but not going to the archives. No one would notice him missing, he
had made sure of it.
Xurc stopped before one of the doors, it lead into another students room,
Serasi's. He reached up, his fingers flying over the security pad on the
outside of the door, quickly he over rid the system, then activated the door.
Glancing around once more he slipped inside. He didn't have to worry about her
returning; he knew she was currently in a class with the Jedi Master Mace
Windu. Xurc moving across her room, searching, his eyes settled on a single
strand of hair that most would have over looked, he picked it up and exited the
room, closing the door and reactivating the system, along with destroying all
traces of his being there. He quickly moved down the hallway again, he had
found what he was looking for...He headed back to his room, pulling out his
comlink, the strand of hair clutched in his hand.
The R-41 StarChaser began landing procedures,
the lone passenger stood, watching the stormy sea and the approaching landing
pad.
As the ramp came down the passenger dressed in a long black cloak with the hood
pulled up disembarked. He quickly walked inside, and was met by his contact,
which quickly led him to Alquis. The person pushed back his hood revealing a
shock of white hair.
"Alquis I presume...My name is Xurc...I am here to place an order." Xurc said, inclining his head as he stated the other's name.
Alquis nodded. Unlike most other kaminoans, his skin was a pale silver-green, and he didn't display the small crest most of the males had. "I have a feeling that you will be asking for a difficult job. Or a special order, in the least. I hope you know of the cost."
Okay, so it wasn't his job to warn others about the price, but as a parts buyer he always wanted to make sure that others knew of the cost. After all, his own "son," Gabri, had cost him a lot. The young clone had been untampered with, save that he had a slight amount of Alquis's DNA, and was currently watching Xurc from behind his "father."
"I also hope you have a sample of the DNA of whom you wish to clone," the kaminoan continued.
"Of course." Xurc said, of course, he wasn't the one paying for the clone...he was just a messenger...he was sure that he would be given the money to pay for it though. He pulled out a small container, in which was the single strand of hair.
"Here is the DNA, my sender does not wish for the clone to be tampered with...merely a replica of the original one." He handed the container to Alquis. "How long will the process take?"
"Ten years, with growth acceleration. Other than that, it shall not be tampered with," Alquis said, taking the container in his slender hand. He knelt down before Gabri, put the container in the boy's hand, and told him something. Gabri flicked his piercing grey-brown eyes back to Xurc for a moment, and then ran off to fill the order, carrying the tube gently.
Xurc nodded his approval, and then paused, he reached into his cloak and pulled out 8000 Aurodium ingots. He handed them to Alquis.
"Here, this should cover half of the cost...the other half will be given to you once the job is done." He paused again, hearing no argument he continued. "I shall return in ten years...I trust you will have the clone ready."
"Of course. You can count on it." Gabri returned back, and in record time. Alquis smiled down at him, ruffling the boy's dark hair. "Ten years."
Of course, by then the two would be long gone, aurodium in hand. The kaminoan had no want to stay in this dead-end job the rest of his life; he knew there was more to the galaxy than Kamino. And he couldn't let Gabri grow up in such a sterile environment, with only the company of droids and cloners. The ten-year-old deserved better than that.
Xurc nodded again, then pulled up the hood of his cloak.
"I shall return in ten years..." He said, then turned and walked back down the hallway, he needed to return to the Jedi Temple before someone noticed him missing.
He stepped out into the rain again and quickly walked toward the aircraft, pulling out his comlink to contact his Master.
"And your clone will be waiting." With that, Alquis and Gabri walked the other direction, headed for their apartment to gather their things and then to a landing platform where they had a ship waiting. The kaminoan quickly counted through the glittering ingots, making sure all of the payment was there.
As soon as the two were in the apartment, Gabri looked up at Alquis. "Where are we going, father?"
"I... I'm not sure. To Corusant, or Tatooine maybe. Quickly now. We must leave with all hast." They parted to their separate rooms, grabbing everything they needed or might want. Alquis picked up a BlasTech DL-44 Pistol along with enough energy cells to last a while. He was going to teach Gabri to use it. He also grabbed a few changes of clothes. Last, he put a set clone trooper armor into a duffel bag. The kaminoan meant to give it to his "son" when he was old enough. By then he would have it painted.
In Gabri's room, he raced at a frantic pace. He picked up a couple of ship models he had made, an entire tool kit, clothes, various electronics, and a vibroblade knife. He had learned to use the knife on his own, but not without hurting himself a few times. Alquis had given it to him when he was seven, and he wouldn't leave without it. "I'm ready!" he called, sticking everything into a pack after wrapping some heavy cloth around the knife blade. Alquis was waiting at the door. The duffel bag hung over his shoulder, and he carried another pack in his free hand.
"Then we will go now. Are you sure you have everything?" Gabri nodded. "Good. Come on." They left the apartment and got into the ship waiting for them, a Lambda-class, never to return to Kamino.
