"Cye used my son."
"M'lord need us, he used the only template that wasn't him."

KM99 tried to rise but Galen stamped his foot down on the clones breast plate hard. Making dirt rise up around the KM soldier.

"What your going to kill your own son?"
"Your not my son."
"I am, I am his DNA after all."
"Now I know what KM stands for."
"Kento Marek Squad trooper, as you've been killing your son over and over since you arrived, what does that say about you as a man?"
"You! Your unauthorised clones of my two year old Son!" Galen said as rage built in him.
"Marek, let it go, The empire has always been unfair, don't kill the KM is rage." General Jack Target told Galen.
"I won't, take him prisoner Jack."
"Aye."
"Make sure he is confined well and get him out of his armour and disarmed, I want him immobilized, after all my son is strong with the force."
"Sure Marek."
"Target?"
"Yeah?"
"Do not tell my wife, keep this off of the books."
"Naturally."
"Any relationship built on lies will fail!" KM99 shouted.
"Moris, Horax, Cuff him take him to the brig."
"Yes General Target."

The blaster battle had continued as Galen had spoke and spared KM99 and the Imperials were loosing badly to the Civilians' Army, Galen sighed and doubled back into the lines of Storm Troopers that were on the run, each time he made a kill he would kick the helmet off of the Trooper but only find Jango Fett's face in each helmet. He sighed deeply again when peace was restored for the night, he helped to put out the fires and then tend to the wounded and to gather the dead for a burial, every body he helped to move out of the place where they made their last stand seemed to drip with loss, every man, every woman that he took inside had a family, parents, kids, aunt's, uncles and he then realised that the war was with the Empire just as much as it was with the Rebel Clones.

He kicked a rock, it tumbled on the dry ground before decided he would go and question his prisoner, KM99.


Cye sensed a disturbing wash of the force hit him, a wave of reflective anger. Cye yawned and paced his throne room over and over. He had sent the KM squadron to Naboo without thinking it through, he hadn't thought that Galen Marek, his friend would be called to defend the base in the middle of the night, maybe he had sent too many soldiers, maybe Galen was the main man for the Civilianist Army? Or maybe the force had just willed Galen to find out. That has to be what it was after all? Well that's what Cye thought after all. The Throne Room didn't look quite the same as when Sidious had inhabited it, the chair had a dark crimson lining to it, it stood slightly smaller. The view port was wider, its duraglass always clean, the shaft beside the bridge had been covered in a durasteel floor, yet the mass-like structure remained, the room's grey outlines had been filled with the dark crimson colour Cye had came to favour but the room still felt icy cold. Like someone had smashed a viewport and the blast shield had failed to engage, it was almost as frosty as Hoth inside that cold room where man a innocent man had died by the hand of the Emperor or the man who seemd to be becoming just as corrupted as Sidious.


"This is an interrogation, not a parade for your Emperor!" Galen screameded with a horse voice.
"He is not just my Emperor but yours also." KM99 mocked.
"Where the Emperor is concerned I have no respect any longer."
"Then you will challenge the almighty Emperor?"
"I will do no such thing, now tell me what plans does the Empire have for Naboo!"
"I will not say a word to that end."

Galen gruffed, he had been trying to make a break threw with the soldier but on every front he attempted to attack the soldiers control on, the soldier rounded the interrogation back to Cye.

"Then I have been kind, I have been respectful of your rights, have I not?"
"Yes I admit you have."
"Target! Shut off the HoloCam's, delete the last five minutes of interrogation and enter."
"Aye Sir." Jack Target replied in a concerned tone.

With a few clicks, a couple of bangs, and one large thump the HoloCam's were off and Jack Target stood beside Galen with a solemn and almost sorry posture.

"Target, what are the rules about prisoner treatment please?"
"Well er sir they are about rights Sir, they go on about how a prisoner mustn't be physically harmed by his/her captors and in addition to these rules there is rules about torture and information gathering techniques."
"Ah yes, the current rules on torture please Target."
"Well Sir, the rules clearly state that when a prisoner is returned to his/her government in a sanitary and clean state, with no damage to the prisoner. The prisoner must also be without injury from his/her captor."
"I see, very well. Target what I am about to do may endanger your rank and position in the Army, you may object now or leave the room, I will note your objection."
"No Sir, I believe you are just interrogating him."
"Good, stand beside the door on the left hand side."
"Aye Sir."
"YOU CAN'T SERIOUSLY BE DOING THIS! YOUR SUPPOSED TO BE A FREEDOM FIGHTER!" KM99 Screeched.
"Now stay still Km, or this may just hurt a hell of a lot."

Galen snuffed a large wad of torn fabric into the KM99's mouth tight, cutting his own hand in the process which allowed trickles of blood to drip onto KM99's tongue, the KM tried to spit the blood out or bite his attacker but Galen was too quick for him as the wad was already jammed into the soldiers jaw.