(Ten years later...)
Jedi Knight Tahl walked confidently down the hallways of the Jedi Temple, on her way to the Council room to brief the Masters over her last mission to the planet Gala.
Xurc walked to the landing platform of the Jedi Temple...waiting for the clone to arrive, arrangements had been made; the payment had been sent to Kamino.
Another ship landed first, a Lambda to be precise. A Jedi got halfway out of the door before something hit the back of his head and knocked him out. The body was dragged back into the ship and a few minutes later, a different man came walking out. He had the hairstyle of a padawan, deep green eyes, and the other Jedi's robes. He walked up, sunlight striking bleach-blonde hair. "Ah, I remember you," he said. "You're that fellow that ordered the clone ten years ago, are you not?"
Malarow had indeed showed up to speak with the Council, though he didn't know that he ship he stole was carrying a passenger. But not just any passenger. His passenger was Gabri Fett, clone of Jango Fett. Of course, Gabri didn't know that he was a clone, but that wouldn't stop him from taking revenge on the Jedi Mace Windu.
He had pressured his foster father, the kaminoan Alquis, into telling him the name of the man who killed his father. A year after that, when he was sixteen, a man approached him with a proposition. One that Gabri didn't ignore. Now he was out to kill Windu, which is why he changed his hair color and got green contacts. He didn't want to be recognizable.
He wouldn't fail his father now.
Xurc glanced at Gabri and raised an eyebrow. He had changed from the last time he had seen him on Kamino but he nodded. "Yes. I presume you have my clone ready?" He asked expectantly. He noted the Jedi that lay on the ground and realized that this person was here for some reason other than to deliver the clone. No concern to me, he thought to himself. As long as it doesn't interfere with my plans....
Gabri glanced up at a ship about to land. "The clone wasn't my concern after my father and I skipped planet, but it will be ready. And here it comes." He nodded slightly to Xurc, dropped Malarow's unconscious body in the hold of the Lambda, and went into the temple wearing the true Jedi's cloak, belt, and lightsaber. He didn't want to be around clones—they gave him a weird feeling. They didn't scare him, just made him oddly nervous. He stopped for a moment, looking to Xurc. "Just remember something. If I'm caught and questioned, I'm bringing everything down upon you AND your contact. I won't go down alone." He might have had four years to plan this, but something could still go wrong, and he was dangerous when backed into a corner by his most hated enemies. More dangerous than Alquis wanted to believe. To the kaminoan, Gabri was still a boy of ten, not old enough to venture out into the world.
Though the fact that he couldn't wear his armor in didn't help his tensions. He knew it wouldn't do a lick of good against something like a lightsaber, but it was still very comforting for him to wear it. He had gotten that suit of armor when he was seventeen, and in the three years he had owned it, it had saved him in many a battle. Most of the blaster marks on it came from a group of space pirates that had tried to attack his ship. Like he would allow that.
Xurc gazed at Gabri for a moment, not moving, then he gave the slightest nod. He began to turn away, but paused.
"I understand." He then turned and headed for the other craft which was slowly approaching the platform, he knew instantly that the clone was aboard. Now if only the real Serasi would leave...
Tahl sat on a rock over looking the waterfall in the room of a Thousand Fountains, her favorite spot, where the sound drowned out all other noise. She had just left the Council room having finished briefing the Masters, now she sat gathering her thoughts. She always came here to think, to be alone...just to sit and listen to the sound of the fountains, sometimes to swim.
Serasi finished loading her gear into the cloud car and hesitantly slid into the driver's seat...beads of sweat appearing on her forehead. After years of under going piloting lessons from some of the best teachers in the galaxy...she still couldn't drive right.
As the craft powered up, she calmed her mind, which was filled with pictures of her spinning wildly toward the surface of Corusant, and gathered the Force around her...she would need it. Not that she feared death...only resented the fact that she hadn't mastered flying and had hoped that it would not led to her demise. She took the controls, went through one last check, then slowly piloted the car out into traffic without insident, on her way to the nearest hanger, at least she wouldn't have to fly that, her mission had began.
Gabri looked around the temple, a little nervous. After all, he was in the same building as the man that had killed his father. All he needed to do was find out where Mace Windu's room was located and prepare himself. He walked past another Jedi, a padawan, and looked him directly in the eyes.
The two stared each other down for the few moments as they past each other, and something scared Gabri about the other's eyes. Dark, seething. Something just lurking in the background that could kill them all... "Who was that?" he whispered, fiddling a little with the braid behind his ear.
"Who?" Another padawan asked. "Oh, that's just Anakin Skywalker."
"So that's Skywalker..." That name gave the man little comfort, however. He had heard Alquis mention that name when they talked of Gabri's father, and it gave him the creeps. But not as much as locking eyes with him. Seeing Anakin in the flesh was almost his worst nightmare come true.
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Tada! Part two. I'm keeping them kinda short. This fic will be very long, I assure you. I don't own Anakin, either, but his eyes scare me anyway. So, they freaked poor Gabriel out. Tahl belongs to my other friend, Emily.
About Malarow. He was headed back to the Temple to have a chat with the Council, and since his Z-95 Headhunter was on the fritz, he "borrowed" ShockWave, Gabri's Lambda-class with Gabri still in it. Rather silly of him, huh?
