The Hunt for the Sith Hunter

[Curt-Man]

Curt took out his datapad form his sleeve and pressed a button, the datapad turned into a small motion sensor, it went off, but it was silent so only Curt knew it was going off.

"Keep moving I'll join up later." Curt said as he dissappeared into the shadows.

He followed the sensor, closer and closer until he saw it, a group of bandits and muggers waiting for the group to turn the corner. For some reason Curt wasn't thinking of himself and decided it was time to put something more important first. He took out his Blade and snuk behind one guy, sliced his neck, shot two shots at two of them, they were dead and the other three advanced on him. He rolled behind a crate to get cover from blaster shots, he then threw out a piece of metal to act as decoy and then popped out a shot the last three.

"when did they start thinking they were better than me?" Curt whispered and smirked.

 

((in case you haven't noticed Curt has a lot of technological crap, mainly because you guys have the force, so he has to have some advantage too))

[Flamehart]

((Makes perfect sense Curt, but you have to understand while we have Force, you DO have wit. It's like a game of D&D. While we as Jedi have lots of Wisdom for Force, you have Intelligence for technology, wit, etc.))

 

"You want my honest opinion?" He said, looking at them. "I'm getting the funny feeling we're being stalled, or Riebe is going through some extrenuous lengths to make sure it's really us. The only thing is a clone can be given knowledge just like anyone else, so I don't know really what we're proving here. It's things that the person developed on their own in their own mind set that should really show her who we really are, such as fighting styles, ways of thoughts, personal actions and choices. Clones can't copy those." He stated in a calm tone.

 

"Think about it," he continued, "Most clones made nowadays are dumbed down versions of the real ones, because no one wants to make something they can't later get rid of. Why do you think Jango Fett's clones had their sense of individuality removed? Why do you think they weren't the same as Fett? Because if the Republic had one million clones of Jango Fett, flying around on jetpacks and dual wielding, there's no way they'd have become the dumbed down Stormtroopers they are today."

[Writer]

"Well then, perhaps we'll be fighting a bit while we're down here," Caitlin said thoughtfully. "But I think the AI is also programmed to watch for mannerisms... you know, the way we say things, not just what we say. A clone probably wouldn't sound all that reminiscent when talking about how she remembers Riebe talking in her sleep."

[Flamehart]

"Behavioral patterns of a person can be recorded in a droid, why not a clone?" He said, looking at her. "As for the fighting, I hope so, because I believe it's in combat that a person's true emotions, intentions, and actions are shown." He finished.

[Writer]

Before Caitlin could answer, the street seemed to fall out from underneath the group, sending them plunging into the dark. The street closed over them and their sight was entirely lost.

 

"Ah, good," a menacing voice said. "You've made it. And you will be sorry that you have."

 

"I think you got your wish for a fight," Caitlin muttered to Craig.

 

___________________________________________

 

 

Meanwhile, on the Watchtower, ArC had opened the cockpit of the fighter and jumped out. She turned to Roma.

 

"Follow me closely," she said. "I'm going to walk very quickly and in some places, if you aren't almost touching me, you'll be lost."

 

With that, she hurried off. She led him through the city they landed in and began explaining a few things.

 

"The city is called Andarin," she said. "It has always been the only city on the planet, but it began as more of a small town. Under Riebe's watchful eye, it has grown rapidly. She hand picks new citizens and prosecutes those who do not follow the strict rules that were set up millenia ago on this planet... back when it was still called Gerv."

 

She continued walking and soon turned off the main street. Left. Left. Right. Left. Right. Right. Left. Open a door. Down on a lift about three levels. Right. Up two levels.

 

It was almost a maze... in fact, that's exactly what this part of the city was. Riebe designed it as a safe place for the people if any invasion should occur. And it had become the place in which she hid when she did not want to be found. Only ArC could navigate it with the same ease that Riebe could... and that's because ArC helped build it.

 

"Here," ArC said finally, coming to a sudden halt at a rather plain door. She stepped forward and the door opened. On the other side, sitting in a meditative position with her back turned to them, was Riebe Sothe, former leader of the Sith Hunters.

 

"Welcome, Roma," she said quietly, her back still turned to him.

[Flamehart]

Craig's hand moved away from his lightsaber and both his pistols were drawn. He pointed his weapons in the direction of the sound. "Identify yourself," he said back harshly. His eyes had a growing red tint to them, and as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could make out the silhoutte of the person who was in there with them, but could not identify who it was. He wasn't taking any chances, however, and he could make them out well enough to shoot their legs out from under them if they made a move.

[jokemaster]

"Hi, nice place you've got here."

[Writer]

Riebe stood and laughed. "I suppose a bare room with a stool could be considered nice..." She dropped to the floor, landing in a crouch and stood slowly. "Thank you."

 

She stood at her full height and still had to look up to see Roma's face... there isn't a lot you don't have to look up to when you're just over five feet tall.

 

"So," she said suddenly, "this 'John Bristow' gave you something... and told you to give it to me?"

 

"You may have noticed that Riebe likes to get right to the point," ArC remarked dryly.

[jokemaster]

"Basically, yeah. "

[Writer]

"I think I understand why the AI was so annoyed with you," Riebe said with a frown. "You are terribly evasive with your words."

[jokemaster]

"I'm a creature of habit."

[Writer]

"Is there a specific response you're looking for?" Riebe asked. Her right hand balled up into a fist.

[jokemaster]

"Well, see, now that I've proved that I'm not here to kill you or anything, and you still had to test the others in case they're clones, but now I'm worried. You see, Mr. Bristow would be really pissed at me if I got tricked into giving this to the wrong person, so I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you a few things."

[Writer]

Riebe's mouth dropped open and her fist unclenched. "You... you're interrogating me?"

 

ArC stared at Riebe. "Damn... it's not often she's struck speechless..."

 

 

Meanwhile, the stranger laughed at Craig's question and a blood red lightsaber appeared in his hand.

 

"I am known as the Cloner," he said. Four more sabers of the same color came on behind him. "Meet my clones of you." The four saber wielding clones approached Caitlin, Erica, Nadira, and Craig. A fifth clone shot at Curt.

[Curt-Man]

((Curt isn't with them, he snuk off remember?))

[Writer]

((Whoops... well then your clone met you wherever you are ))

[jokemaster]

"What's wrong with that. You did it to us. Plus this is a valuable item. If Mr. Bristow wanted it to go to just anyone he would've sold it, but he wanted it to go to 'the rightful owner'."

[Flamehart]

Craig chuckled, standing up. "I guess this'll prove one thing to Riebe that she learned about me when we fought together." He holstered both pistols, and drew his own lightsaber and activated it, its dark blue blade igniting from the hilt. He moved towards his own clone and started attacking swiftly, in an attempt to outsmart the copy of himself.

[Curt-Man]

Curt caught sight of the group, then saw them fall inot the ground. Curt ran over but the groun had already sealed up.

"Ah damnit."

"Damnit is right." Curt turned aroudn to see himself.

"Jeeze how many of you do i have to kill?"

"Those were lesser clones, i am better than my original."

"Heh, only i can be better than myself, and since you aren't me, well you're outta luck aren't ya?"

"Shut up."

"Thats exactly what i'm talking about, i wouldn't answer like that"

"Which is your down-" Curt shot at his clone, they both lept for cover.

[Writer]

"I've killed your kind before," Nadira told her clone. The clone laughed.

 

"You killed the prototype," she answered scornfully. "The imperfect version. I have been perfected."

 

"Cut the small talk," Nadira snapped. "Only one of us is leaving this room."

 

The fight began.

 

 

On the other side of the room, Caitlin and Erica teamed up against their clones.

 

"That's hardly fair," the Erica clone pouted.

 

"That's why you're a clone," Erica said. "I would never pout about something like that... it's a welcome challenge."

 

Caitlin and her clone remained silent and soon, all four were tangled in battle.

 

________________________________________________

 

 

Riebe said nothing for a long period of time. Finally, she turned away.

 

"Ask," she growled. Her right hand had regained its fist. She was impatient and annoyed.

[jokemaster]

"Ok then. What was the name of the jedi who helped the sith hunters?"

((Apo, if you remember))

[Writer]

"Apologetic Goeus," Riebe answered immediately.

[Flamehart]

[Edit: Sorry for the long post guys, went into a bit of detail here because if there was one thing Riebe probably noticed that would stand out in a fight, was he excelled greatly at tests or duels where lack of sight was evident. Whether or not you choose to make Caitlin, Nadira, and Erica notice is up to you.]

 

Craig and his clone never spoke, but continued to fight in an impressive duel of speed and technique.

 

Finally, after a few moments, Craig finally spoke, "Impressive..very impressive. But you definately are nothing like me."

 

The clone responded, "I have been perfected. I know everything about your moves."

 

Craig grinned, "You may, but whether or not you can perform them makes me better than you. Besides..." Craig made a swift kick at the clone's leg, knocking the clone down to one knee. He then put his lightsaber at his neck. "You aren't half of what I am. Half the data needed to be recorded to make a perfect clone of me hasn't been recorded, because no one has seen that part of me," he said in a low tone, his voice growing slightly deeper, and the red glow in his eyes intensifying. He moved back and the clone arose.

 

"Your abilities with the Force will not help you here," scoffed the clone.

 

"You have only proved my point. This is not the Force you are seeing." He growled, and held his lightsaber at his side with one hand. "Fight me."

 

The clone came at Craig in anger, swinging furiously at him. Craig moved his lightsaber in a blur, his other hand sitting behind his back, blocking every attack with ease.

 

"Now I know you are a mere clone. I would never attack in fury like that," Craig said with a smirk, and proceeded to walk forward slowly, swinging as swiftly as he had been blocking before, giving the clone quite a hard time and forcing him to move backwards swiftly to avoid several strikes.

 

The glow in Craig's eye subsided and he began to fight once more, closing his eyes and relying on his senses. He could feel Caitlin and Erica's presence in the room. Craig knew they'd be able to take care of themselves, he wasn't worried about that, he was worried about running into them in his display of combat. He began to concentrate and decided now would be an ideal time to just end it.

 

He decided to use a move he had learned how to do rather well when fighting another lightsaber duelist in the past, one that Riebe had noticed he learned to use quite often in the past.

 

He proceeded in taking two strikes at his clone, then when his clone returned with a strike, he drew his pistol swiftly and shot at the clone's feet, causing him to stumble backwards to avoid it. He took this moment to swing swiftly, still relying on his senses rather than his eyes, and cut the hilt of the clone's blade. Now disarmed, Craig leaped up and kicked the clone down. He then proceeded in delivering the final blow, ending his duel. Craig opened his eyes and moved to help the other three if they had not defeated their clones yet.

[Writer]

((I think Nadira's the closest one to you at the moment...))

 

 

Caitlin and Erica fought in perfect harmony with each other, falling back into the patterns they'd used when they were Master and Apprentice. Caitlin grinned thoughtfully as she realized that this was the way Riebe had seen them most often.

 

Erica was amused at how the clones fought. Some of their moves were rather graceful, but they were designed to fight singly. When it came to fighting in harmony as she and Caitlin were doing, their clones often got in each other's way.

 

Soon, Caitlin and Erica were fighting back to back, swirling around and around in a circle, first engaging their own clone, and then that of the other woman. Finally, Erica knocked her clone's left hand lightsaber away, blocked right saber with right saber, and drove her own left saber through the clone's chest.

 

"I'd feel bad about killing you," Erica said quietly. "But you were created and trained to kill me... you are not truly alive." The clone fell back, gasping in pain. In a few seconds, she was dead.

 

Caitlin had only a single lightsaber and likewise, her clone also had only one. When Erica had killed her clone, Caitlin decided to stop toying with hers. A powerful blow knocked the clone backward, struggling to regain her defences. A strong upward slash, knocked the clone's lightsaber out of her hand and Caitlin spun around trailing her lightsaber behind her and beheaded her clone.

 

"That's gotta hurt," she muttered. Erica stood next to her and they glanced around for the flashing of lightsabers. Almost immediately, they saw Craig approaching to help Nadira.

 

Nadira was holding her own, but she found that she had not had quite as much saber training as her clone had.

 

"Isn't it sort of funny that you've had more training than your original?" she said. She was actually rather relieved when Craig came to her aid. With the clone partially distracted, Nadira managed to cut her in half.

 

"Oh, that's not a good way to go," she said quietly. As they regrouped, they heard the laughter of the Cloner.

 

"Good," he said. "I want to see Craig in action once more." He stepped into the little light there was. It was a clone of Jokemaster. "Yes, I am a clone. But intelligent clones can become cloners and this I have done."

 

"Fight me, Craig," he said. "If you defeat me, you will move on and be rejoined with your friend Curt. If not, none of you will live."

[jokemaster]

"Good, why do the sith hunters have powers greater than jedi?"