Disclaimer: Star Wars does not belong to me and I'm not making a penny off
this. Any similarities between this and any other fic is purely
coincidental
A special thanks to my beta reader, Rhea.
Lightsabers blazed in a dazzling display of lights. Luke Skywalker
blocked the blow that Corran Horn directed towards him. He parried it with
such force that it knocked Corran off his feet. Luke snapped the green
blade off and watched Corran as he got to his feet.
"Luke? Are you upset about something?"
"No, it's nothing. What's makes you think that?"
"You're seem edgy today."
"It's nothing."
"Had another fight with Mara, didn't you?"
"That," Luke said as he punctuated his statement with a stab of his lightsaber hilt at Corran's chest, "is none of your business."
"Luke, it's affecting your judgment and actions. I think you need to talk to some one about it."
"My personal life is no one's business except mine."
"Your call," Corran said as Luke stalked out into the hallway and was knocked over by a rampaging teenager. As Luke pushed himself up from the floor he saw the quickly retreating form of a teenage boy. "Ben!"
The boy stopped and then slowly turned around, sensing his father's anger. "I'll watch where I'm going next time, I promise."
"Ben, that's not going to help you this time. I've heard that one too many times. You're recklessness is going to cause some serious trouble. You need to learn your lesson once and for all."
"Why are you so angry at me. It was a mistake. Don't take it out on me because you were acting like a jerk towards Mom."
"I was not acting like a jerk!"
"Shh, anger is of the dark side, dad." Luke suddenly narrowed his eyes at his teenage son.
"You want to talk about it?" Ben asked.
"How much did Corran and Wedge offer to pay you?"
"Enough to pay for any bodily harm, maybe even enough for a replacement hand if necessary."
Luke swiveled around and left his son alone in the middle of the hallway.
Luke entered his room and dropped his heavy Jedi robe onto the bed and noticed a small metallic object on the floor beside the doorway. There was a burning flash and everything went black.
The darkness receeded as the Jedi slowly returned to consciousness. Luke Skywalker weakly lifted his head as a group of scientists crowded around him. They continued to prick him with sharp needles drawing blood from his veins. As unconsciousness threatened to overtake him once again, he remembered the last words he had exhanged with Mara. Mara, his beautiful wife, he never deserved her love. The argument had been so trivial. He felt so stupid, and he was afraid he would never get the chance to make amends with her. His thoughts became so sluggish that it was hard to think. He did not even realize when darkness claimed him again.
An old man with graying hair sat down at his desk and gazed over the testing area. He took one test tube between two fingers and rolled it over a few times.
Inside was a strand of DNA multiplying and slowly forming cells that had the potential become a normal fetus. Seven hundred of these test tubes lined the shelves in the wall. Soon they would be inserted into the wombs of woman on different planets. These creations were intended to be the perfect slaves. To serve their master's will, as they would have no will of their own. Their DNA was encoded with super human knowledge and abilities. They would be able to do anything. Their minds' would contain such a vast source of knowledge that not even the smartest being in the galaxy could compare or compete. They would be invincible.
"Sir?"
The doctor turned his gaze from the test tube to his assistant. "Yes, is there any that surpass the others?"
"No, sir, the others are not a complete failure but none of them were a complete success either. They have vast sources of knowledge
but can not access it since they suffer from mentall impairments."
"Is there any hope?
"Only through total insanity can they access their programming, but then they are compelled to kill."
"Then this one " he indicated the one tube, "is the only pure success."
"Not completely, It is physically deformed and infertile."
"But that is not bad as the others of course."
"Ah yes, sir."
"Proceed with the experiments. We'll take it as it comes at us."
Seven hundred, seven hundred failures. They were retarded, unlimited abilities and retardation. There were all sorts of them, 573B, had the least of deformities,
Gigantism. Luckily they had developed abilities, abilities to change their forms. Only in other forms could they reproduce. They weren't human anymore, couldn't
age, and couldn't feel. They were a failure. Or at least they had thought they were.
"Luke? Are you upset about something?"
"No, it's nothing. What's makes you think that?"
"You're seem edgy today."
"It's nothing."
"Had another fight with Mara, didn't you?"
"That," Luke said as he punctuated his statement with a stab of his lightsaber hilt at Corran's chest, "is none of your business."
"Luke, it's affecting your judgment and actions. I think you need to talk to some one about it."
"My personal life is no one's business except mine."
"Your call," Corran said as Luke stalked out into the hallway and was knocked over by a rampaging teenager. As Luke pushed himself up from the floor he saw the quickly retreating form of a teenage boy. "Ben!"
The boy stopped and then slowly turned around, sensing his father's anger. "I'll watch where I'm going next time, I promise."
"Ben, that's not going to help you this time. I've heard that one too many times. You're recklessness is going to cause some serious trouble. You need to learn your lesson once and for all."
"Why are you so angry at me. It was a mistake. Don't take it out on me because you were acting like a jerk towards Mom."
"I was not acting like a jerk!"
"Shh, anger is of the dark side, dad." Luke suddenly narrowed his eyes at his teenage son.
"You want to talk about it?" Ben asked.
"How much did Corran and Wedge offer to pay you?"
"Enough to pay for any bodily harm, maybe even enough for a replacement hand if necessary."
Luke swiveled around and left his son alone in the middle of the hallway.
Luke entered his room and dropped his heavy Jedi robe onto the bed and noticed a small metallic object on the floor beside the doorway. There was a burning flash and everything went black.
The darkness receeded as the Jedi slowly returned to consciousness. Luke Skywalker weakly lifted his head as a group of scientists crowded around him. They continued to prick him with sharp needles drawing blood from his veins. As unconsciousness threatened to overtake him once again, he remembered the last words he had exhanged with Mara. Mara, his beautiful wife, he never deserved her love. The argument had been so trivial. He felt so stupid, and he was afraid he would never get the chance to make amends with her. His thoughts became so sluggish that it was hard to think. He did not even realize when darkness claimed him again.
An old man with graying hair sat down at his desk and gazed over the testing area. He took one test tube between two fingers and rolled it over a few times.
Inside was a strand of DNA multiplying and slowly forming cells that had the potential become a normal fetus. Seven hundred of these test tubes lined the shelves in the wall. Soon they would be inserted into the wombs of woman on different planets. These creations were intended to be the perfect slaves. To serve their master's will, as they would have no will of their own. Their DNA was encoded with super human knowledge and abilities. They would be able to do anything. Their minds' would contain such a vast source of knowledge that not even the smartest being in the galaxy could compare or compete. They would be invincible.
"Sir?"
The doctor turned his gaze from the test tube to his assistant. "Yes, is there any that surpass the others?"
"No, sir, the others are not a complete failure but none of them were a complete success either. They have vast sources of knowledge
but can not access it since they suffer from mentall impairments."
"Is there any hope?
"Only through total insanity can they access their programming, but then they are compelled to kill."
"Then this one " he indicated the one tube, "is the only pure success."
"Not completely, It is physically deformed and infertile."
"But that is not bad as the others of course."
"Ah yes, sir."
"Proceed with the experiments. We'll take it as it comes at us."
Seven hundred, seven hundred failures. They were retarded, unlimited abilities and retardation. There were all sorts of them, 573B, had the least of deformities,
Gigantism. Luckily they had developed abilities, abilities to change their forms. Only in other forms could they reproduce. They weren't human anymore, couldn't
age, and couldn't feel. They were a failure. Or at least they had thought they were.