"Master Shaak Ti to CC-338/FS, stationed at the Esstran sector base: Commander, I'm calling you on the behalf of the Jedi High Council. We've received word that a separatist research lab in the old Sith world of Moraband is on the verge of creating a biochemical superweapon, so toxic a few grams could wipe out the entire Republican population. We need positive confirmation that such a weapon exists, and if it does, how it can be destroyed. We request that you infiltrate the secret Confederate base located inside the Valley of the Dark Lords and bring back this information. Please, Commander... be careful. Moraband is a dangerous planet, and if our intel holds true, Asajj Ventress is sure to be watching over her master's bio-weapon. Best of luck, and may the Force be with you."
Master Ti's hologram faded from existence, leaving you alone in your fighter. This all sounded a bit too much for a clone to handle, but then again, you weren't bred for cowering. Your job was to defend the Republic, or die trying! You plotted a course for Moraband, jumpstarted the hyperdrive and laid back on your seat as the planets and stars around you warped into long streaks of light.
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Landing on Moraband was easy enough. Surprisingly little defenses for a secret base world - you guessed they were trying to keep the planet as unremarkable as possible. Finding the research facility itself was more difficult. There were no detailed maps on the Sith homeworld, the shifting sands and maze-like valleys made it impossible to survey. But you managed to track a droid convoy back to the Confederate lab, hidden at the entrance to the Valley of the Dark Lords.
There were just two B1 droids standing guard outside the base. They would be easy enough to snipe before either of dumb boxes of circuits could notice. You reached for the blaster rifle on your back, but your arm got stuck halfway through... as though an invisible hand were holding it still! "Try knocking next time." an icy-cold, female voice echoed behind you. Your loose hand instinctively finds its way to your side blaster, but before you can even unholster the gun, a piercing jolt of electricity arcs through your metal armor, causing excruciating pain before finally knocking you unconscious.
"You and me, we're going to have lots of fun..." Asajj Ventress whispered to herself, smiling as she stood tall over your senseless body.
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Your eyes flutter open. You've been stripped down to your white cotton clothes and chained tightly to what seemed like an operating table. The room felt hellishly hot, probably due to the floodlights on the ceiling. As you struggled in your bondage, a familiar voice was heard: "Well, look who decided to wake up..." Ventress circled a few times around you, before locking her pale blue eyes with yours. "Are you so bad at killing you couldn't even finish a passed-out clone?" you barked fearlessly at her.
The Dark Acolyte simply laughed as she played with her unlit light saber. "I assure you, if I wanted you dead, we wouldn't be having this conversation." "Well, I'm not telling you anything either, if that's what you're hoping for!" you replied, steadfast in your loyalty to the Republic. Asajj giggled. "What information could I possibly want from an idiot like you?" her glowing saber suddenly spewed forth from its hilt and stopped just a few inches short of your face. "The Jedi sent you, right? I knew they were too cowardly to come fight me themselves! I was actually starting to think they wouldn't even send anyone to check up on our 'superweapon'... but then, you arrived."
She turned off her light saber and circled around your table a few more times while talking. "You see, clone... I am the superweapon. I have uncovered in the caves beneath this world a power of the Dark Side no one has ever seen before! A power that, once mastered, will allow me to defeat entire armies, destroy entire worlds and dominate the entire galaxy! A power that will finally allow me claim my place among the Sith... the power of my disgusting, toxic feet!" Ventress exclaimed, laying her heavy, leather-clad foot on the side of your head.
You can feel the warmth of Asajj's skin radiated through her boots, along with the sickening sound of sweat swishing around inside. What do you do?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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