As the rain shattered on the metallic domes of Kamino, three sets of footsteps approached with lightsabers hissing as the rain hit them. The water around there knee high boots splashed and dashed away from the three men as the neared the dome, yet as the men entered they did nothing as polite as taking their sodden boots off, they split up into singular break-offs and headed away from each other, the third of the men paced up a dead end and found nothing so he returned the entrance and stood guard letting no-one pass his muscular form. The first man, the one who had summoned the other two to join him, headed down the longest corridor toward the main chamber of the facility this man was Galen Marek. The second man; Cye Sericius headed down the next longest corridor toward what used to be the barracks, where he had lived for a short and namely brief period of time.
Galen's boots squeaked as he marched toward his goal with a determination only a parent looking for his/her lost child could muster. He grunted and huffed every few paces yet held steadily on course to where his son might just happen to be.
Cye kicked his sodden shoes off as they dragged him back with their weight then removed his drenched socks and began to sprint around the twisting corridor with the cold metallic floor.
Syen, the third man on the quest for Kento Marek did not remove his boots, or socks he stood like a soldier as his brother and friend searched for the brown haired boy who had caused such grief but was loved so much that no-one even thought of such a task as a bother.
As the footsteps ceased Baq exhaled deeply and took the sleeping creation he had made and ran for the next chamber across; The Growth Manipulation Chamber. He realised that whilst he was gloating about his successes, he had made a great error. His over confidence had betrayed him and his plans for a new Sith Empire, after all Baq was raised as a back-up plan. No more. No less. Yet the boy who had plotted and planned his entire life had not accounted for the one thing he could never understand, Parental love as he had no parents to guide him away from the monstrous black suit ahead of him. Unlike Galen, Baq has never thought of Darth Vader as a Father figure. No, he was far to twisted mentally for that, Baq thought of the monster encased in a suit of armour as a God, one who was his to worship and serve.
On his homeworld General Bernita had raced to his house in the suburbs and hurried inside out of the burning heat of the quartet of suns. He then continued on to remove his officer cap and lock his blaster riffle in the allotted case high above the wooden floor.
"Andre? Helen?" He shouted as he kicked his boots off.
"Quentin? Is it really you or have I got heat-syndrome again?!" His wife replied
"It's me baby."
"DADDY DADDY DADDY, DADDY'S HOME?!" shouted a young boy around six years old as he dived at his Father's right leg
"Little Man!" Quentin greeted with a warm smile, a smile which no one else had seen since his eldest child's death.
Helen rushed from the nicely decorated kitchen and wrapped her arms around Quentin allowing her brown hair to sweep from side to side behind her back, Andre the youngest Bernita just squeezed harder as his excitement grew.
"Helen, we need to talk about Cali." Quentin spoke coldly.
In the house on the edge of a vast woodland area three mothers sit anxiously before the roaring fire, with no knowledge as to if their loved ones will return at all. The blonde haired woman occasionally broke down in tears because of this sobering fact, yet she has more to loose than just her husband, the game in which her husband is partaking includes her only child, Kento Eclipse. The Girl that sat further away from the fire than the older mothers withdrew from conversation many hour ago after realising that her boyfriend, the Father of the boy fast asleep in his crib abover her head may not return no matter how powerful he maybe. The last Mother, Leia sighed deeply every few minutes in a attempt to ease her fear of loosing yet another lover of sorts.
In the far corner of the study a small orange haired boy sat silently sobbing for his Father who is the only man he will ever cling to. He eventually got up and walked into the sitting room and cuddled up to his mothering figure; Leia. Not one of the Mothers told him off for being out of bed. Not one of them said a word. They just allowed the boy to sit in silent vigil with them.
As Cye sprinted down the lonely corridor he began to sense that Baq and Kento - If they were even on Kamino - wouldn't be at the barracks. If Baq had brought Kento here it wasn't just because it had significance to him, obviously Baq had a underlying plan for Kento which was not for revenge on Juno.
The way Cye saw it Baq had came to the world of torrential rain for one of the cloning uses. He had come either to make a copy of Kento, change Kento's genes about or age Kento. Cye thought back to his own life on Kamino and how Palpatine had waited until he was sentient to change his genetic structuring and DNA, which had been agonising to say the least. With these thoughts Cye felt he had to make a choice, either continue down what was most likely a dead end or back-track and bolt to the central cloning centre and possibly let Baq get away.
"What about Cali dear?" Helen Bernita asked her nervous husband.
"She.. She's pregnant or at least was when I last saw her."
"Oh Quentin, always the joker!" Helen laughed
"I'm not joking, she ran off with the Father to Naboo."
"WHAT?"
"I came home to ask if you will accompany me to her residence."
"Quentin, how could you let this happen?! You were supposed to be looking after her, not letting her throw everything away!" Helen shouted
Andre, Cali's younger brother squealed and hid under the dinning room table as he had never once heard his Mother shout, which alerted Quentin to how seriously angry Helen was. Quentin paced for a while as Helen washed the dishes at a astonishing speed eventually the glares Helen gave Quentin began to soften and he then took the risk of speaking again.
"She ran off with a boy a year or two older, I couldn't do anything about it, I tried."
"You tried? You should have shot the bastard!"
"I couldn't have done that dear."
"Why not? We said when she was born that we wouldn't let her allow a man to destroy her career and by god she had a good career."
"She ran away with the..."
"The what?"
"The Emperor." Quentin replied after a brief pause.
Galen searched every room as he encountered them, he left no stone unturned yet the further he ran the more he felt that he was allowing something horrible to happen. Everything was leading him to his worse fear, that his son would be in the cloning center where dead storm troopers lay in the silent peace. He scuttled down into yet another empty room then let out a sigh and threw his ignited lightsaber into the metallic wall. Of course the wall started to melt and fall away around the lightsaber, in fear of letting the rain in he used the force to pull it back to him before the hole was as big as his hand but the hole didn't reveal the freezing rain that has given many people hypothermia, it revealed a cell, with a rough looking man inside and no visible doors.
Cye dashed threw the corridors like a man on a mission which was exactly what he was. He skidded under a broken beam and then rose to his feet again with remarkable agility, as his lightsaber crackled and glowed in the dark corridor he continued to sprint until he noticed marks upon the white wall; blood. With rage filtering threw him he sped even faster down the corridor and soon began to see Galens wet boot marks. Yet Galen could have been anywhere so Cye did not waste time in hunting down the Father of the kidnapped child, no he continued down the corridor and soon began to ignore the foot prints all together.
