Disclaimers: All belong to George and Ewan on this one.
Notes: I had that pic of Ewan in Black leather:
http://ewanspotting.com/multimedia/gallery/random68.jpg up and
atara said "he looks so young and innocent" and I was thinking
EvilClone!Obi (cause of the outfit) and I went on a tear on
this seeming contradiction when I was supposed to be going to
bed (I'm not crying although I still want that snuggle). This
is more a portrait than a real story; anyone who likes to is
welcome to tell the rest of the story. The cloning part is all
mine; oh sure, you can't grow a clone in a matter of a year or
so, but I say if you have enough money in the SW universe,
anything can be done.
For atara, because she started me off (on slash in general and
this one in particular), and Amber who wanted a story for the
pic. May not be what you wanted, Amber, but life is sometimes
like that.
He had swiftly grown to full growth in the vat, fed vast
amounts of knowledge and muscular training by the almost
miraculous machines his Master had paid huge sums for. A week
after he was decanted, he was an assassin worth every datarie
Supreme Chancellor Palpatine had spent on him.
A body like a young god, the reflexes beyond any a Jedi could
even dream of, and a face that could seduce a sworn celibate in
ten seconds made him ideal. As did the excruciatingly high pain
threshold, the body trained as much in the wiles of sex as it
was in the art of killing and a mind that worshipped his
Master.
"You are everything Maul was not," his Master said, his voice
thick with gloating, "and everything your progenitor could have
been if Jinn hadn't made him a good little Jedi. But Maul
killed that boy and then . . ."
"Jinn killed Maul," that lovely voice crooned. "Oh, my Master,
I will avenge your former apprentice and together we will see
the death of Jedi Master Jinn." The beautiful one slid out of
the bed of pain he'd been writhing on in ecstasy ten minutes
earlier and knelt, bowing his head to the floor. "I swear I
will kill Jinn for you and capture the boy. I swear it,
by all the Lords of the Dark."
"How will you do it, my beautiful Darth Venge?"
"The only way possible, my Master. The way you intended
when you created me." There was a sunny smile and then the
young man continued. "The next time he takes the boy on a
mission, I'll come into Jinn's dreams at night and be
everything he wanted but couldn't have from Kenobi." He
fairly spat the name, hatred twisting his features. "He'll
become addicted to me and the drugs I'll feed him and then,
when he is weak with love and need and caring, I'll kill him in
the Temple. In full view of the Council. They'll be too shocked
to miss the boy right away. Of course you'll need someone to
take the boy out."
And you?" Sidious asked, amazed at the scope of his creation's
vision.
"They'll try to kill me and it will hurt so much I'll die of
ecstasy, and you'll have your new apprentice. Do it subtly
enough and he can remain a Jedi for years and join you in
destroying them."
"And if he can't."
"Simple, my Master and Maker. You'll decant a new me and
I'll help you do it." The clone suddenly had another
thought. "Work on that Jinn template I know you have. They were
a good team for the light; imagine what they could do for you
and the Dark."
"Does this mean anything to you?" Sidious asked in a rare
moment of contemplation.
That sunny smile again, the same innocent one shown when neural
whips pushed the young man's flesh almost past life or when
Corescant's best courtesans refined his ingrown knowledge of
the pleasures of the flesh.
"It's all just a game, my Master. Isn't it?"
The End
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