Chapter 11

Kirrick suddenly became dead weight in Trent's arms.

"Kirrick?" Trent said. No sooner did he say this when Kirrcik began to spasm violently, his limbs twitching. Trent backed away from him no sure what to do. His brother's twitching continued and then stopped abruptly. Kirrick was now standing with is head drooping down. "What's happening?" Trent asked.

Kirrick lifted his head and Trent gasped. Kirrick's eyes were red and raw, an extremely intense and hard look in them. He let out a low moan as his muscles began to bulge, growing to twice their size. Kirrck stood, fully erect, now a head taller than Trent.

"Kirrick, what's happening to you?" Trent asked horrified.

"Objective found," Kirrick said. "Terminate."

"What?" Trent said and then jumped away as Kirrick punched at him. "Kirrick, stop!" His only response was another series of attacks that Trent dodged.

"They've activated you," Trent said with a slight shudder when he realized what was going on. "You're under their control now."

Kirrick punched again at Trent repeatedly but missed everytime.

"Kirrick you can't let them do this to you! You have to fight it!"

Kirrick pasued. He growled a little and tried to open his mouth but failed and resumed his attack.

"You can do it Kirrick, fight their control!"

Kirrick paused again and let out a howl of anguish this time. "I can't." He finally managed to say and let out an unexpected punch, hard, at Trent. It connected with him and sent him flying into the wall, leaving a dent. The world faded away.

-

"The prototype is performing well." General Grund stated.

"Yes, sir." Dr. Ixit said. "But for a moment however we lost him, but then regained him."

"Make sure it does not happen again." The General said. "If this test works we can mass supply these subjects for the Empire."

"Yes, sir." The Doctor said. "I'll increase control by 50 percent."

"Good," General Grund said and turned to a stormtrooper guard nearby. "Has anyone found the other Jedi intruder?"

"Not yet, sir." The stormtrooper said. "We are looking all over."

"Double your search, and send two squads to the lab." The General smiled. "We will need a mop up crew for when the fight is over."

-

Kirrick picked up Trent's still unconscious form and began to repeatedly punch it. After the sixth punch Trent woke up and Force pushed Kirrick away, but was sorry that he had woke up. His nose was broken and bleeding, he was pretty sure some ribs were broken, he could barely stand and it hurt to breath. He briefly tried a Force healing exercise to mend his broken ribs and nose when Kirrick came charging at him, knocking him down. Trent reached for his lightsaber only to realize it was still on the floor where he had fell initially. Trent reached for it and it sprung back into his hand. He activated it and jumped up and Force pushed Kirrick away again, who blocked the push by raising his arms in a defensive position in front of. Instead of flying backwards he merely slid back a few feet. Trent readied his blade.

"I do not want to hurt you Kirrick," Trent said. "But I will if I must." Kirrick charged again and Trent swung his lightsaber. Kirrick's left arm fell.

Kirrick roared in pain, like an animal, and charged again at Trent. Trent backed away and sliced at Kirrick's leg, toppling him to the floor. Kirrick writhed on the floor as he tried to get up. Trent walked nearby him, but still a good distance away, tears streaming down his face.

"I'm so sorry, Kirrick," Trent cried. "I should have been there to protect you, but I failed." Kirrick continued growling and tried to reach for Trent. Trent raised his lightsaber blade up. "I love you, Kirrick."
Kirrick stopped growling and the wild look in his eyes disappeared. He turned to look at Trent. "Trent, what have I done?"
"It wasn't you, Kirrcik." Trent said. "It was the Imperials."

"Trent, please help me." Kirrick said and reached out for his brother. "Please, brother." He begged.

Trent hesitated and reached for his brother when suddenly Kirrick growled and kicked Trent, knocking him to the floor. Trent retrieved his lightsaber and walked back over to his brother.

"You are not my brother," Trent said, tears streaming down his face. He raised his blade. "Not anymore." The lightsaber came down."

-

"What happened!" Dr. Ixit yelled as his prototype died. "The Jedi should have been killed. What went wrong?"

General Grund remained silent.

"General, please,-" General Grund held up his hand, silencing the doctor.

"Do not worry, my good doctor." The General said.

"But why not?" The doctor said furiously. "The prototype should have killed the Jedi. You even sent a squad to clean up the mess."

"And still you do not understand." The General said. Dr. Ixit heard the blaster fire. It was the last thing he ever heard.