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Do you fear the fool?

Name: Mad Clone Disease
Species/Gender: Human / Sith Male Clone (mostly Human)
Age: 1
Height: 6'10''
Eye color: Sith rage eyes
Hair color/length/style: Black short and cropped
Homeworld: Bay 33K of the Atrocity
Moral Alignment: Chaotic evil with a touch of Daffy Duck on crack
Status: Taken! Contemplating marrige... wonder what the kids will look like?

Typical Clothing:
Sith knight robes with cortosis arm and shin guards
Taozin breastplate

Weapon(s) of Choice:
2 Force activated Inter-locking duel phase lightsabers
Cortosis Rolling Pin
Glop Grenades
Thermal Detonators
Dark and Neutral force ablities
Teras Kasi Arts

Vehicle of Choice:

VT-49 Decimator - the Dark King

Armament:
Quad Laser cannon turrets
Missile launchers
Seizmic Charge laucher

Bio:

Mad Clone Disease was created in Bay 33K of the Atrocity's Cloninng Center. Created without the use of ysalimiri, Mad Clone Disease came to life with a case of Clone Madness, a condition normally experianced with improperly handled clone or the clone of a force user. Upon seeing the insanity that gripped his clone, Ire did the only thing he thought would be good.

Upon breaking out of his spaarti cylinder, MCD was restrained and placed in a holding cell much like those aboard a Licter-class dungeon ship. He stayed in this containment even until after Ire dropped his sith name and returned to Garik Maj-Han. Garik would go and visit the clone from time to time and see how the doctor's treatments were working. The clone proved to be quite ingenious when it came to escape, several times unlocking a restrint or two.

After time, MCD was able to figure out how to pick the locks on all of his restraints. He broke out of bay 33K, killing those who stood in his way and went searching for tools to help him. He instantly teleported himself to Garik's quarters and began looking for a weapon. He quickly located one of Garik's spare lightsabers. He also procured a taozin breastplate as well as Garik's personal holocron. After a brief fight with Garik, MCD teleported away to start his own story... and so far... it has been quite intersting.

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MCD's eyes open, as he sleeps in the bungalow, as another headache begins. He dematerializes with Questras arm still draped over him and appears in the refresher. He stares at the mirror, not realizing who is staring back at him. "You are one sick twisted bastard, you know that?"

MCD looks shockingly into the mirror but immediately snaps back with a giggle. "Whoa... and you are?"

"Lord Ire, at your service." MCD's reflection showed, but it was someone else speaking

MCD tilts his head to the side as he looks back at himself. "Well... what in the 9 Corellian hells do you want?"

"You know what I want MCD... I want to be the only force user in left in the galaxy."

MCD shakes his head at himself. "Wait, I thought that was my idea?"

"Sure it was... all your idea. I just carried it out for you."

MCD looks back into the mirror. "Alright, even I don't spend that much time in the land of make believe." MCD cant help but giggle. "It's fun there, but come on?"

"You just don't get it do you?" MCD's reflection shakes his head. "I am a part of you, a part you cannot escape. I am the reason you kiddnapped that little girl. Sure you were along for the ride but you were only a passenger to my will."

MCD looks up to the corner of the refresher as he thinks about it. "You know... that does make a lot of sense." MCD giggles, then someone comes to mind. "And Questra?"

"Oh... her." MCD's reflection laughs. "You are too much like Garik, believing in love. Granted I enjoy the times you two are together as much as you do, but I am here to ensure the destruction of the Jedi scum that Garik has come to forgive. I am here so you do not loose focus."

MCD realizing now everything he has experienced for the past few days, the headaches, the weakness, was tied to this. His reflection nods his head. "Now you are learning."

"She won't be harmed by you!" MCD growls as he looks at himself in the mirror and feels anger beginning to build in him as he knows his reflections thoughts.

"Oh, come off it." the reflection interjects. "You have proven useful. Not only did you discover a way to destroy the Jedi, but the Vong as well. Even I was impressed with that. She will be safe... as your payment."

MCD puts his fist through the mirror and the headache that once gripped him is gone. When he comes to he is back in bed. "Wow, that was a messed up dream. I thought I might actually be crazy."

MCD giggles as he moves out from under Questra's arm and heads towards the refresh. He enters and begins to relieve himself; his head turns to the side and notices the broken mirror. "Ah sheet!"

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MCD stirs and moves out from under Questra's resting arm as she still slumbers. MCD had a busy day ahead of him, he had just completed the initial production of his Alpha Black virus and needed to test the sample today. MCD makes his way to the refresher and readies himself for the day. When he emerges he heads to his wardrobe and dresses himself in his normal black Sith robes. He arms himself and makes his way to the turbolift. The doors open and MCD walks into his lab, settling himself into his lab routine. He powers on all the control panels and monitors to ready for the test. He reaches into a small refrigerator unit, past the various samples, and removes a bottle of punch and a slice of pie. He looks up at a monitor as he places the plate of pie on the countertop. He leans forward and raises his right index finger up. "And now for a little sound..."

MCD's finger presses the green button on the control panel next to the monitor and immediately the snarls and hisses from an enraged Yuuzhan Vong come over the speakers. This particular warrior was in a understandably foul mood. MCD's translation was a little rough but he could make out the gist of an insult directed at his paternal ancestor. MCD simply chuckles at the Vong's insults as it struggles wildly to free itself from it's confines in the isolated lab area. The Vong either was too stupid or angry to realizes it had no chance of escape but that did little to stop him as he floundered against the cell wall snapping and showing it's teeth at the abomination that it was forced to look into. It obviously wasn?t having a happy day. "Oh look at that, he's snarling at the camera... awwww."

It was then that the Vong spouted "Infidel" at MCD. This name tried MCD's cool. He had put up with Lotva Shai calling him that, but truth be told every time she called him that, he wanted to rip that forked tongue out from behind those hideous teeth of hers. When he finally has had enough of the Vong's insults, MCD activates a control panel and watches as a green mist begins to fill the small cell. The Vong warrior is still snapping when into the camera when the vapor finally obscures it's face. The once anger filled snarls soon become replaced with scrams of excessive pain, screams MCD enjoys. Even the "Ire" side in him is pleased with the spectacle.

MCD pushes a second switch on the panel and clears the room of the vapor. Once the room has cleared, the effects of Alpha Black are evident as the Vong's very body seems to come alive. Muscles in the Vong's body contract and contort as the mists primary ingredient reacted with the Vonduun crab armor. MCD watches in amazement as the cries grow louder when the various parts of armor began to literally flee the host's body. This effect was not limited to the armor. A closer at the warrior's ear showed a tizomyrm fleeing the body as well. Even the plaeryin bol that inhabited the Vong's eye socket was affected. It seemed all of the implants inside the warrior's body was running from its host.

MCD learned about bafforr pollen from an obscure New Republic file thought long destroyed since the first conflict, and decided not to let such good research go to waste. After studying Yuuzhan Vong physiology and discovering the means to bind the pollen with an alkaline protein, MCD hand managed to create a weapon that would give any Yuuzhan Vong infected tremendous amounts pain and possibly kill them. Thanks to the process, the bafforr pollen literally kicked the warrior?s natural immune system into overdrive, forcing it to expel the foreign bodies implanted inside it. This one seemed to survive his ordeal, but is left as a limp mess against the wall.

MCD looks at the monitor and is pleased with his findings. He takes the last bite of his pie and downs the rest of his punch. He stands and walks out of the lab and heads to the turbolift, wanting more pie?

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MCD wakes after his night with Questra in the special room. He slips out from under her as she sleeps and dresses himself back in his robes, straps his sabers into place, and hangs his rolling pin on the side of his belt. He kisses Questra on the cheek as she sleeps and exits the room, heading into the door right across from the quarters. The door with the red and yellow label closes behind him and MCD stands there looking down at the semi-conscious Sariee Qel-Droma, who lays on a table restrained. She looks up MCD who is standing there waving at her. she can hardly speak. "You... son of a...."

"Nerf hearder?" MCD giggle. "Oh you can't be still sore about not feeling the force can you?"

Sariees face is one of drained pain as she looks up at MCD. "You stripped me from my father... you stripped me of my life, and you stripped me of the force... what more do you want from me?

MCD holds his hand up to show Sariee a needle filled with a clear fluid after he picks it off of a nearby tray. "I'm going to give you your connection to the force back... and then I'm going to reunite you with your daddy... after some minor brain surgery of course."

Without another word, MCD inserts the needle into Sariee's arm and she instantly falls back into unconsciousness. Ghost hovers in from the adjoining procedure room and motions to two assistant droids to take the drugged and restrained Sariee to be prepped for the impending surgery. Ghost hovers over to MCD when he is called. "Yes sir?" his droid voice asks.

"Make sure she has the capasity of a tago plant when I return, Ghost." MCD giggles to his faithful droid.

"It will be done sir." Ghost says before he flies away and into the procedure room where the other two droids have prepped Sariee. Ghost picks up a lazer scalpel and begins his work as MCD leaves the room and heads back into the special room to Questra.

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