Sith Civil War: Campaign Clone Extermination/Chapter II - Rebellion

The two men, one human, the other Ithorian, were on thier knees, thier hands tied behind thier backs. The human had a black eye, and a steady trickle of blood coming out from his broken nose. The Ithorian was wheezing, fron continual beatings to his wind pipe and chest, making it hard for him to breath. And standing infront of them, dark and imposing, was a human cyborg. His two guards were standing behind him, flanking the only door out.

"Let me make this simple," the cyborg said, "You tell me who you are working for, or a take my great metallic clawed hand, and break the Ithorians' neck."

"I swear to you," the human said, his voice shaky, showing his continual beating had taken a toll on him, "We only work for the Republic. We don't work for anyone else."

"Don't lie to me!" he snapped, grabbing the Ithorian by the neck, and lifting him high, until his feet were dangling from the ground, "We have your pretty twi'lek friend Orla. Believe me, she got a through interrogation. Before the end, she was so humiliated, she told us some people had helped her spy on us. No names were given, but we have ways to make her tell"

He lifted his other hand, and the guards pulled open the door, and a giant wookie walked into the room, and threw a frightened twi'lek into the room. She looked frantically around at everyone, but her eyes lingered momentarily on the human, and silently begged him to help her.

The cyborg had turned to see her, and upon seeing her reaction to the human, crushed the windpipe of the Ithorian, then threw him heavily against the wall. The Ithorian was thrown so hard, the wall was dented, and he was killed automatically.

"You have one second to live," he said, "And you better make it worth my while."

One second later, both twi'lek and human were dead, thier faces torn off by the cyborg. "Freaks," he said, stepping over the dead twi'lek body as he walked out of the room.

"Lord Raveg," someone said immediatly as he stepped out into the dimlit hall, "I have news on that coded transmission the spies sent."

"Good," he said, turning to the clone as he stepped forward, "What have you found."

"Only the person they sent it too," the clone said, "Darth Barad-Dur."

Raveg looked at him. Barad-Dur. The name filled him with so much anger, that he punched the wall, creating a foor long dent in it. After that, he felt somewhat better, but now, he had a plan.

"We kill Darth Barad-Dur," Raveg said, turning to him, "Find out where he is, and where he is going, and we'll set up a trap to kill him. Is our trap for Grand Admiral Marix and the Emperor ready?"

"Yeah," the clone said, "As per your orders."

"Good," Raveg said, "Commence them immediatly."

Space around Coruscant

Grand Admiral Marix looked over the reports, feeling that something was missing. Something just did not seem to add up. Just that day, 25,000 new reinforcments had arrived in three capitol ships. But, something didn't seem right. There seemed to be something wrong with thier presence, almost staticy.

He looked up at the display screens showing the disposition of the fleets, and smirked. No matter, he had driven two clone transport ships into a corner, and destroyed the ships without a second thought. Clones were an abomination to nature, and thus, they had to right to live. That was Marixs' philociphy on them.

He glanced over at the wall, and noticed how late it was by the numbers projected from a holoclock. He needed to get to sleep. He stretched his arms, and used his mind to manipulat the force to turn off Malice's report. He had to be ready to continue the chase tommorow.

He walked over to his personal bathroom, and was about to go bathroom, when the door burst open, and several soldiers jumped in, firing every which way. Marix dived behind the couch so fast, that the bolts had missed and the soldiers didn't even notice. He crouched behind it, waiting to hear what this was all about.

"Kiefer!" snapped on of the soldiers, "He's not even in here."

"He has to be," another one said, thier voices oddly sounding the same, "Lord Raveg saiod he is, and he doesn't lie."

"Watch," another one scoffed (or was it the same guy?), "He probably is hiding, waiting to kill us without a thought."

"Nobody cares for the feelings of clones," the first one (or, maybe the second guy that had spoken), "They think we're just some piece of garbage."

"Come on," another one said, "Let's go check the command room."

"None of you are going anywhere," Marix calmly announced and he sprung from behind his chair. His blood red lightsaber flashed on, and he landed, and with three quick strokes killed three of the five clones. The fourth was unable to act to the situation fast enough, and he fell with the blade sticking through his chest. The fifth fired several shots in rapid succession at Marix, but he lightly tapped them away and cut his barrel in half. He then grabbed the man by the head, and used the force to pull out how many clones were on the ship. Then, he used his hand to fry the clones' brain.

There was 1,000 clones on the ship. Well, five down, 965 to go.

Imperial Palace: Kuat

The two guards fell as poisoned darts struck them. Before the rest on the floor could react, most fell under a rapid fire of darts. The rest were quickly subdued. Thier attackers were specalized clones, bred from a combination of Noghir and Mandelorian DNA. They were the ultimate fighters, and they were after the ultimate target.

The leader punched the opening button, and the door slid open. The filled in quickly and silently, forming a semi-circle around the darkened room. The Emperor's throne was turned away, towards a great window. Then, ten of the assailents moved slowly forward, but stopped when a clear voice said, "About time you arrived. You assassins are always later then expected."

The throne turned slowly until the Emperor faced the oncoming assailants, and when they saw him looking at them, they burst into a rush at him. He raised his hand, and a great burst of lightning shot forth, engulfing all ten clones, killing them instantly. He then stood up and pulled his lightsaber from his side, and ignited it, saying with a wicked grin, "This is going to be fun!"

Dagobah: Local Time: Night

High Inquisitor Gra'tua pulled his cloak close around him, rain falling in heavy sheets. He was close to finding some cloned Jedi in the system, and believed they were on this planet. But, so far, his hours of searching had resulted in nothing but soaked clothes, and the feeling that everything was out of wack.

Suddenly, he stepped into a cave, and tumbled down into it, but used the force to spring to his feet. His ankle hurt, he having twisted it during the fall. But, he did not care about that. The dark side was strong in this cave, and he was sure that it would lead him to the enemy.

He walked slowly, absorbing the darkness. It empowered him beyond his wildest thoughts. This was truely grand to be in this cave.

He rounded a corner, and at once sprang back as a familiar person walked towards him. It was none other then Darth Barad-Dur, and his presnece was the one that he started this whole bloody business. He smiled at the sith.

"Didn't expect to see you here," Gra'tua said.

Barad-Dur laughed. "And you didn't expect this," he growled, and whipped out his twin red lightsaber.

"You can't be serious," Gra'tua said, raising an eyebrow.

The lightsabers struck out, and Gra'tua swiftly turned his own on and deflected the blades. They fought for a few seconds, the Barad-Dur kicked him in the chin, sending the Inquisitor sprawling to the ground.

"Curse you, Darth Barad-Dur," he growled, "Now you've got me really mad."

He leapt up, and with a super fast swing, cleaved the head off of Barad-Dur. The headless body fell then evaporated, leaving an astonished Gra'tua to look at the ground, wondering what had happened. And almost at once, a great mist rolled into the cave, obscuring all view.

"You see a vision the future," a voice said out of the dark, "Your Sith comrade shall betray your beloved order."

Gra'tua turned off his lightsaber, and crouched, smiling to himself.

"Barad-Dur will turn traitor on you," another one said, behind him, "And you will watch him get killed by your own comrades."

"I'd kill him myself if that was what happened," Gra'tua said, using the force to make his voice come from diffrent directions, trying to throw the clones off.

"Your Sith trick won't work on us," a clone said, turning on his lightsaber, "For I know right where you are."

Gra'tua ignited his lightsaber, and the Jedi clone screeched as he fell dead. The second one ignited his lightsaber, and Gra'tua jumped backwards, spiriling as he went. He fell right behind the jedi, and cut him in two. The clone collapsed, having been unable to even fight back.

"So much for these clones," he said, then jumped to the side as another lightsaber came swinging at him. He lifted his hand, and his enemies saber twirled around hin his hand, then with a small push, the Jedi fell, his own blade now stabbed in his heart.

He felt for more clones, and felt only one more, this one using two lightsabers and advancing into the far side of the cave. Gra'tua smiled, and raced at high speeds towards his enemy, his lightsaber turned off, knowing that the clone would be able to tell him in the mists of the cave. Then, at the very last second, he swung his lightsaber in a circle, turning on the blade as he did so. The clone fell, dead.

Gra'tua smiled, clipping his handle onto his belt, then walked away from there, towards where his ship was.