Faster than the wad had entered the soldiers mouth Galen drew his lightsaber, its usual fluorescent yellow blade was liberated with the usual snap-hiss that lightsabers gave. The soldier winced and had to convince him self again that the cause this was for was worth it. From KM99's hair line beads of sweat formed and dripped down past his amazing blue-brown eyes and past his average lips. His hair a muddy brown colour with the occasional blonde fleck to it was pushed back revealing more of his forehead and a peculiar scar which Galen soon realised that all the KM's had.
Galen's yellow blade held it's position just half a centimetre away from the soldiers scar, yet it was obvious to Target that Galen was only holding his lightsaber there to make KM sweat, and to no one's surprise it was working.
When Galen thought that KM had sweat enough he moved his lightsaber to his right hand side, in line with his hip in one gentle and graceful move.
"Here is your last chance. Tell me what I want to know or I will find... Other means of getting the information." Galen offered as he removed the wad
"No."
"What? No cheap quip out your almighty and powerful master?"
"No."
"What are the Empire's plans for Naboo."
"No."
"Who is your mole? Who told you about GM compound."
"My Master."
"Oh hear that Target? He is actually useful." Galen mocked.
"Sir, how could the Emperor know about GM?"
"A number of ways, I will tell you when we return to my home."
"Of course Sir."
"Drop the Sir Target, Galen will do."
"Aye, Si- Galen."
"Right, KM, how did your master have the template of my son? Doesn't cloning involve organic use not just a fading pattern?"
"I do not know."

Galen nodded to Target that he was about to begin being heavy handed.
"You can still leave Target?"
"No, and please it's Jack."
"I prefer Target its.. unusual."
"Aye."

Galen seemed to twitch his wrist and suddenly a gash appeared on the Soldiers leg, although it didn't bleed as the lightsaber had cauterised it, KM screeched in agony.

"Oh please, don't be such a baby! Your a soldier! Man up!" Galen shouted.
"It's illegal to torture me so who is the real man?"

Galen flexed his arm and then another shallower gash appeared on KM's leg.

"See? Were all having fun here! You and your quips and me and my interrogation techniques."
"It's illegal!
"Like I care! You and your brothers or what ever you are have been killing children, burning schools and libraries, killing pregnant women, like you would do soldiers and military bases! You are the villains but there again are you programmed to differentiate? Are you programed to be moral? Probably not."
Galen shouted before forcing the wad back in and then he didn't even try to conceal the next blow, he whipped his hand to the right as hard as possible as KM99 was sat cuffed to the table by electro-binders.
A muffled scream rang threw the thick wall's of the interrogation room.

"Now, answer my questions or you are of no use to me and will face the same fate that you would if yo.." Galen trailed off, what was he doing? Torture? Threats? He was a model soldier and now he was abusing his power, abusing the force and injuring a boy who was just trained to be loyal and couldn't be blamed. Target looked KM straight in the eye as KM seemed to me smirking.

Galen reached out with the force and tore the wad from KM's mouth before confining his lightsaber blade to it's hilt.
"Lost your nerve?" KM jeered.
"No. I just realised that you don't know a thing."
"Marek?" Target asked.
"Target go and arrange a long-term cell."
"Aye."
"And if any one questions that order or asks of his injuries, direct them to me."
"But Sir! What do I say when asked?"
"You tell the truth."
"No!"
"That's an order Target!"
"Aye...Sir." Target said reluctantly.

Target ushered KM99 out of the un-decorated room with a look of utter confusion on his pale face, his eyes, green as they were looked watery almost as though he was crying for Marek. Jack flicked the front of his short-cut blonde hair, it spiked and stood on end as expected, then Jack began to order his lieutenants to find somewhere secure enough for a KM.


A chill went threw Kallium's spine as he rose from his stiff make-shift bed and pulled the thin plain coloured sheet that he slept under up to the single pillow. He cricked his neck, it clicked twice before he straightened up and changed from his shorts into his robes: His robes were not the usual cream ones that he had worn since he was big enough too, these were a darkish-burnt brown colour with a black and cream tunic and a simple brown cloak. On his belt lay his lightsaber hilt another new addition to his attire, where as he had been using a long forgotten lightsaber or a Jedi who had fled or a Jedi who had died in the temple before, now he boasted his own lightsaber, it was a shiny sliver hilt with a cream fabric grip and his activation stud was not a stud as much as it was a hexagon.
Kallium looked down at his attire and smiled, soon he would be ready to be a true apprentice not just a youngling or Padwan dependant on who he was talking to.

He looked over to his Mothers sleeping form and pulled her blanket up over her before adding his on top of it. He smiled and gently and folded her clothes which were laid messily on the floor beside her bed. He laid her clothes on his meditation stool, before putting the safety on her blaster and neatly laying it on top of the clothes.

"You should let go of this attachment Kallium." Maris commented from the door way.
"I wasn't aware that anyone else was up or here for that matter Master."
"Maris, please I am still un.. used to being a sort-of Master, it seems to fast."
"We need our numbers Mas- Maris."
"I know but the need for numbers caused this issue."
"I don't need a history lesson Maris. I know what happened, you have taught me every scrap of history that the Jedi know."
"Yes but it doesn't hurt to be thorough Kallium, you are still young do not be foolish."
"I understand Maris." Kallium stated solemnly before bowing.

Maris nodded her acknowledgement and left with her cloak disturbing the dust on the stone floor.