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D E D... Dead!

Mad Clone Disease
Species/Gender: Human / Sith Male Force Wraith
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: D E D... dead and pissed
Personality:

Typical Clothing:
Appears to wear traditional Sith Knight robes

Weapon(s) of Choice:
Clanking chains and spooky howling sounds

Vehicle of Choice:

VT-49 Decimator - the Dark King

The Dark King was last seen blasting out of the hangar bay of MCD's home on Talasea with Ghost at the helm.

Armament:
Quad Laser cannon turrets
Missile launchers
Seismic Charge laucher
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the Death of Mad Clone Disease

Lotva Shai watched intently as the HRD examined the contents of the bulb, not yet taking hold of it, but weather he did or not, the result should be the same, she hadn't quite finished yet though. His question was all too prudent and caused a knowing yet ominously sadistic grin to spread her tattooed lips wide, the look in her eyes was purely feral as she nodded once, simply agreeing with that question completely.

"That is exactly what I want." She responded darkly, absently feeling Nom Anor's confused gaze on her, she would explain this when all was said and done...and it would be done, one way or another.

She didn't need to see the workings of this mad infidels' mind to know what things were probably going through his mind right now. No doubt he was imagining all the glorious things he could do with such a biot, how he could desicrate and defile such things under the conditions of his own 'modification' rituals. He would turn it into something abominable, probably with a view to end her right here and now, for if she had gotten to him nearly as much as he had gotten to her, she would expect no less. That made him almost worthy, which was why she presented him with this chance here and now.

"Take it." She prompted, setting the speciment bladder down carefully upon the cold, dead-life surface of the table between them.

He would of course expect terms, probably be expecting either she or Nom Anor to explain the details of a plan to release such a bioweapon upon the general populace of some unfortunate world or faction...he would be wrong, completely wrong.
Nom Anor would probably consider her mad for what she was about to do, but this was her endeavour, she would end it. And it was not he who had to answer to the supreme one nearly as often as she did - ah yes, that was one thing she was going to have to quiz him on later, HOW he had managed to return from that little report, alive. But first things were first.

"Your service has been most appreciated, rest assured that Yun-Harla the trickster found your methods abominable yet delightful in their deceptions. Your failure to do what was finally asked of you, however, renders you as something of a waste." Her tone dropped an ocative then, her expression matter of fact, as though this were common place....and it was, just not among infidels.

"By waste I mean that is precisely what you have become, your services are no longer required, is that not what you infidels say?" She quipped, quirking an eyebrow curiously, as though actually considering it. "See this as something of an honour, a parting gift if you will...."

Did he understand the implications of what she was offering him? Lotva Shai was far from doubtless.

The HRD lets the specimen bladder sit on the table as it looks at the Vong who stand there calling him a waste yet are giving some type of honor. Unknown to the Vong MCD was well aware of the biot that sat on his table and its many uses. * "So let me get this right, our arrangement is over as you say, yet you still want me to do something for you; to redeem myself to the Vong...

The fake MCD spits at the feet of Lotva Shai and looks her in the eye* Let me give you a little lesson in manners, Lotva. Don't call someone a waste and ask them to perform an "honor" for you. You have tried and tested my patience with every meeting and I think I have done an exceptional job at not cutting that slimy thing you call a heart from your chest and feeding to you... but seeing as you brought me a present, I guess I can overlook your hostilities and do this one last thing for my Vong friends.

The eyes of the HRD narrow as he leans forward and collects the specimen bladder. he looks at it intently "So who is your preferred target this time? The Jedi? The Grey? Little Suzy Homewrecker?"

She chose to seethe silently, beneath a mask of pure calm, for all his insults he missed the point entirely, and with every passing remark of equal blasphemy he added to the greater insult, his lack of understanding had been his downfall all along, surely he must have realized that it would come to this?

So she took his insults and dealt with them as they deserved to be taken, she ignored his psychophantic ranting and turned towards Nom Anor, with a rather wry expression on his face as she uttered the words in their own tongue.

"He broke sooner than expected, no matter-"

And then she turned sharply back on her heel to hear the last of his wildly spoken sentences.
At this point, Lotva Shai actually chuckled slightly,

"How eloquent of you, you have learned to insult, and here was I thinking you were worthier than that." She retorted in an ominously soft tone, after which she paused as if contemplating all his little suggestions as to who the target was. And the truth was, she wanted to back hand him at this point, if she didn't suspect she might lose a hand she needed for the time being. Though a new implant wouldn't look too out of place there, but her mind was diverting.

Confident she had let enough time pass for him to cease his pitiful performance, she came out with it as simply as she could make it for him.

"You," She said in a flat tone, belaying none of the ire behind that one small word, he truly wasn't worthy of this gift. "Your target, as you so put it, is you, yourself."

She watched him for the briefest of moments, cold azure eyes searching those glowing eyes of his for any sign of comprehension - no, there was none, the fool didn't realize that what she offered him here was considered somewhat of an honour among her people, in the stead of some more formal sacrifice - and she would have preferred it - she had considered this carefully. And the immediately thereafter.

MCD sitting in his den realized what Lotva was here for now. The time had come finally to end this partnership with the Vong and he kicks himself for not poisoning the wretched slime that stood before his likeness sooner. he grimaces at the fact he will never get to use the biot in his experiments. "She is so not going to like me when I'm through with her."

All the while the HRD distracted the Vong upstairs, Ghost was working diligently to prep the Dark King for emergency take off. Ghost watches as two heavy lifting droids fill the the modified cargo bay with equipment as he lugs a black durasteel container with a biohazard sticker on board. it is then that MCD's voice comes over Ghost's comlink. "Ghost! Is the ship ready?"

"Not quite sir. The systems are still going through preflight and we only have 75% of our needed cargo."

MCD's growls slightly over the com as he talks back. "Wonderful. Something tells me it wont be too long before the Vong get wind of the decoy. Hurry your metallic a$$ up Ghost!"

"Very well sir."

Back in the living room, the HRD waits for the words to exit Lotva Shai's lips and looks up at her with a grin and begins to laugh manically* "You want me to kill myself? AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
And here I thought you Vong had no sense of humor!"

seeing that she was all too serious the HRD takes on a more defiant and sneers as he looks at the Vong and her companion "You Vong are as dumb as you look."

The HDR tosses the bladder on the couch and walks around the table so that he is within several feet of the Vong woman. his hands hidden by his long robes, it gives him a chance for a semblance of surprise as he grips a stun grenade in his one hand and a lightsaber in the other. "If you want me to die..." *the HRD leans in slightly as his finger activated the 10 second timer on the detonator. "you're going to have to do it yourself"

The consul observed his manic laughter through narrowed eyes and waited as the notion that she was all too serious dawned on his hideous visage. Slowly as his expression slackened, turning into one of what she supposed must be disbelief, Lotva Shai readied herself for the inevitable. There were the insults, then he reached for what appeared to be some kind of explosive device - she couldn't be certain, but she'd seen similar and worse in her time, along with the blasphemous light weapon utilized by Jeedai and Sith alike.

Taunting her as he was, she snarled disdainfully as he leaned in, thumbing the grenade-abomination to life with a flick of his fingers, slowly, she could hear the device counting down with mechanistic sounding bleeps that in themselves taunted her ability to stare what might well be death, right in the face. Her attention was more focused on what he was going to do with that lightsaber, if anything, or if all this had been talk.
The bleeps increased in fequency, indicating there wasn't much time left before she'd need to either take what was coming or do something about the situation.

"Very well..." She bit out amid her snarl.

One moment she was perfectly stock still, the next she had practically launched herself, shoulder-first at the center of his torso, the bone-seeded coral implants that formed sharp-barbed spikes aimed right at where his ribcage should have been. Her aim being to knock him off balance in order to make him lose sight of the grenade he'd placed so much emphasis on, or to force him to chose between the light weapon, or risk the grenade's chances of taking herself and Nom out, both.

Before she'd even had chance to see where - if at all - the HRD of MDC had landed, she had executed a swift handspring in order to ensure she didn't come crashing down ontop of the infidel and give him a slight advantage. Once back on firm footing, she headed straight for where the diseased infidel had thrown the specimen bladder full to the brim with bo'tous, which had undoubtedly been breeding all this while, or so she hoped.

Grasping ahold of the bulb tightly in her sinewous hands, she signaled with a single chop of a sign to Nom Anor, who would then take the initiative to implement what she had mentioned. Not only would this sort out their suspicions once and for all, if this was indeed MCD, it would do the deed outright....and all they had to do was work out a way to walk out of here unscathed.

To the consul, the actions seemed to happen in well timed slow motion, Nom Anor had reached for the contents of the enlarged sacworm he was carrying, producing from it's confines two abominable breath masks. One which he donned himself, the other he'd tossed to Lotva Shai, who was already pitching the fragile specimen bladder into the air as she caught it. Taking one long gasp of air, she pulled her own breathmask on, resisting the urge to curse at the fact she'd been forced to resort to using abominations in the place of a gnullith. Unfortunately, due to the volatile nature of bo'tous, anything capable of breathing was at risk from the deadly little creatures, which was why it was so effective.

When she was certain it was secure and connected, she forced herself to look through the viser at the bulb she had pitched towards the HRD, watching in avid anticipation as it smashed upon the solid surface of the table audibly enough to be heard over the sound of her blood pressure in her ears. The reaction was instant, millions of the tiny biots moved with a fluidity all of their own, spreading out to all that they sensed might well make a good host.

The bo'tous spread over every surface in it's wake like liquid shadow, black as sin and twice as ravenous as a school of yanskac, leaving behind them a black, blood-like crust where those who had not made it to a host died and crumbled away like age-old rust.

The HRD's offerings of a fight were answered quite quickly as Lotva's spiked shoulder rams violently into him. As the HRD flies towards the turbolift, his hands come out exposing what he is holding. the force of the shoulder check sends the stun grenade flying from his hands and towards Nom Anor as it explodes. the saber being griped is dropped and then the bo'tous. the bo'tous begin to act quickly in the oxygen rich air that filled the artificial lungs of the HRD, which cannot take the presure inside its chest as it expands to twice it size. Some thing was weird though, the apparent MCD didn't die. the black liquid from the bo'tous began to corrode and cause a short circuit in the HRD which began to eminate a high pitch sound and flail about the room, crashing into and off of walls before finally falling down and twitiching on the floor and unresponsive. The result was not like that of a normal death from bo'tous exposure, obviously something to raise an eye to in the Vong's mind*

MCD watched the last few moments of the decoy as Lotva had torn open the bladder containing the bo'tous. "Wow! That was awsome! I need to get me some of those!"

the excitement subsiding and turning into anger now inside MCD, all he wanted now was to kill that Vong and all her kind. He hits a panel on the desk and Ghost voice opens over the com. "Yes sir?"

MCD takes off his cortosis rolling pin and sets it on the table knowing he wont need it. "Ghost, time is up! I want you to get out of here and follow instructions in datapac MCD_092-1138. Stay hidden until I find you."

"Sir, what are going to do?"

MCD ignites both lightsabers and looks at the monitor that shows the Vong standing in his living room. "Kill me some Vong!"

the line goes dead as MCD exits the den and begins to creep down the stairs. the bo'tous were dead, so no worry of exposure, but he wanted to get the drop on them. the circular stair case allowed some cover and lucky for him the Vong wouldn't be able to detect him through the force, but they did have means. He stealthily hugs the wall untill he can see the Vong standing there and is sure thay cannot see him.

Nom Anor saw the grenades flying toward them and he knew immediately what they were. He jumped and tackled Lotva, pulling her along with him onto the ground, he rolled and took her along to cover under the table. The infidel abomination being thing had gone mad.
It had been expected, the name said it all.

"What is with him?" he asked Lotva domain Shai. He also wanted to ask her if she was fine but didn?t dare to. She might be already angry for having been pulled under the table and out of the line of fire. Maybe she understood though. Maybe she did not.

Nom Anor's swift dash and grab routine had taken her completely by surprise, and she bore the full brunt of the collision on her left flank as he threw them both to the ground and then repositioned beneath the table for cover. Not completely unscathed, but only bearing scapes and bruises, Lotva Shai's ears rang with a high pitched keening that indicated the explosive charge had detonated a little too close for comfort. And in that brief moment of dazed shock, she had completely lost her bearings.

Hauling herself up on her haunches, she pulled herself out from beneath the table and swept the room with a furious gaze to see what had become of the infidel in the blast. The bo'tous, she remembered, the bulb had completely broken open and released it's deadly contents into the air....he should be dead. And he was...

Crust of the spent bo'tous spores and more fragile debris crunched noisly under foot as the consul stalked over towards the fallen body of who she supposed was MCD, but the closer she got, the more puzzled and angered her expression became...something was not right.

Somewhere at her back, she heard Nom Anor asking her just the very question she had been thinking herself, what indeed!

Her hand reached and found the pommel of her coufee, which she drew in quick succession, all the while the hue of her eyesacs darkened ominously with her rising ire. The body that lay so unnaturally posed upon the marred floor, was not all it appeared to be.

Testing the proverbial waters, she booted the inert figure in the side, getting no reaction in response to the none-too-gentle kick. Next, she kicked one of the HRD's limbs out to the side, exposing the flesh of his arm without actually touching it in terms of skin on skin contact.

All manner of curses were forming on her tongue even now, but she couldn't muster enough to blend them into any kind of coherrant sentence. Instead she drove the blade of the coufee down into the arm, twisting it deep in the wound, even as what seemed to be blood welled up from the fissure created by her blade. And then something caught her eye....it was unmistakable, the very brief glint of something metallic.

Issuing an incomprehensible cry of pure rage, Lotva Shai drew back with her blade and recoiled literally seething with anger so profound she was actually shaking.

"Where are you?!" She bit out through painfully gritted teeth to the one person she could not see standing in this room, "WHERE ARE YOU!?"

When she got no reply, she turned to Nom Anor, and pointed emphatically at the non-corpse with one trembling finger,

"That...is an abomination...the coward seeks to play the trickster with his blasphemous decoys!"

Once more she turned on the spot, looking in all directions, but saw no one save for who she knew was here.

"Face us infidel!"

MCD was pleased to hear the hate in Lotva Shai's voice, he reveled in it know he got the best of her. He considered it a small victory over her only because she was Vong and it didn't take much to upset them. still hidden out of sight MCD begins to toy with Lotva Shai and her companion Nom Anor by using the the force throw his voice. it was was a simple trick to complete, something most padawans would do when they got bored, but it would make Lotva Shai ever more irritated. the voices bounce around the room so that she would think he was in multiple places, like behind them. "Anyone ever tell you you're cute when you're angry, Lotva?"

*as Lotva turns to see where the voice was coming from, anther from by the fire place. "Too bad you Vongies aren't Force-sensitive. You would make an excellent apprentice..."

Then again from behind the couch. "Now if we could only do something about your face..."

the giggles ring constant throughout the room after that. MCD was now getting ready to strike. watching the anger and bewilderment growing on Lotva's non-symmetrical face was what he wanted, for her anger to turn to confussion, keeping her guessing while trying to kill her quarry. It is then the distinct snap-hiss of two lightsabers could heard by the Vong's all too keen ears coming from the stairwell off to the side of them. Hoping Lotva Shai and Nom Anor to look that way, MCD the teleports himself behind his Vong adversaries and appears instantly flying from a swirl of black smoke with kick to Nom Anor's side to knock him out of the way. as he lands he lowers his stance and slices at the legs of Lotva Shai with his right handed lightsaber, keeping the second facing Nom Anor incase he gets any funny ideas.

Nom Anor felt like deaf though he knew it was passing with times, couple seconds maybe minutes, but it would pass. He mouthed if she was okay, not knowing if she would even hear him anyway. Then she stood up and he followed lead, his coufee now in his hand. His suspicion of the creature was confirmed as the bo?tous spores had not affected it.

"Blasphemy! To insult us like that!" he yelled the tingling in his ears slowly dying down. "Where are you hiding, coward?"

He heard the jumping voice, "It's a trick, that brenzlit is still not in the room." Nom though couldn't help himself to turn to face the voice. "Don't let him toy with you. Jeedai are able to do that without afford. They like to play with their Force thing."

Nom Anor feels the badly aimed kick hit against the vonduun crab armour on his back. He slightly stumbled forward though used the force to twist on his leg, his eye taking in the scenery and his coufee comes down from high above toward MCD's head.

Nom Anor's faintly mouthed words registered with her above the shrill keening in her ears and she nodded simply once, circling the room as she then heard the voice of MCD appear seemingly everywhere and nowhere at once. Jeedai sorcery, she didn't think much of it before and she thought even less of it now- he was going to know a thousand stages of profound agony before the end, she'd make sure of it.

His taunts were just the prelude, an attempt to wind them up to the degree that they'd become lost in the insults and profanity and be completely unprepared when the infidel finally decided to show himself. So even as her hand was tightening around the pommel of her coufee, she found reason to respond.

"You would be amazed at what inane profanities infidels have offered me before I ended their unworthy lives." She growled ominously, turning the coufee in her palm for a back-handed grip.

And then the infidel decided to stop the games, appearing accompanied with the familiar snap-hiss of a lightsaber's ignition, the garish light reflecting of the room's polished smooth surfaces as Lotva Shai turned towards the sounds of a flurry of movement, just in time to see MCD's attack before it was too late.

His blade swept low, making a strike for her legs, but she was already comitted to pivoting to face him, forced to turn the motion into a jump - through which she put all her effort into extending both legs in a powerful kick aimed at the infidel's gut and sternum area, dropping to the ground after the deadly slash of crimson passed beneath her.

This she followed up with a slash of her own jagged coufee blade, this time to his booted ankles, she would need the time to regain her feet and distance herself for another attack, though he may not grant her enough dispensation through lack of insight. He was an infidel, a disgusting whelp of a machine, and the stunts he'd just pulled would have made Yun-Harla very amused, had they not been caused via means of abomination.

Across the way, she saw Nom Anor recovering nicely from the diversionary tactic that had been deployed his way, and had they both been warriors, there may have been some sense of competition here, but this infidel was far beyond the honourable, therefore he would be granted no honour in death either.

MCD brings his left handed blue lightsaber up and and holds the blade horizontal to block the shot from Nom Anor's coufee but takes the kick to his chest . The taozin breastplate under his robes manages to absorb some of the brunt of Lotva Shai's kick but is still forced backwards from the kick. He rolls with the motion and narrowly avoids Lotva Shai's coufee attack on his ankle. as he finishes the roll, MCD springs to his feet and charges towards his opponents to give them no breathing room. he moves like a blur as he calls upon Force speed to add extra strength to the Shoulder chrage at Nom Anor.

MCD thinks how Nom Anor's crab armor would prove to be a challenge against his lightsabers. He wished he had finished developing that bafforr pollen aerosol he had been working on but it would do him no good now. As he shoulder charges Nom Anor. he moves in to backhand Lotva Shai to shut her mouth.

Nom Anor didn't manage to avoid the harsh blow of the lightsaber against his shoulder and the crab armour whined under the hit but held together. His shoulder tingled from the pressure hit and he twists to bring his coufee up, aiming for MCD's right leg. He twists his arm stump and releases some blorash jelly, stored in a biot he only needed to stroke it to have it open. The blorash, also being a living biot, makes it's way toward MCD's feet, attemting to glue him onto the spot.

With the infidel rushing them, there really was little time to do anything about it at all, and as MCD angled more towards Nom Anor, in an attempt to collide with him and drive him back. Forced to spin out of the way and little else, Lotva Shai did so, only to turn into the backhander that MCD had swiftly aimed her way as he passed her.

The brunt of the strike almost snapped her head round sharply to one side, jarring her jaw as he did so, he'd landed that one, splitting the Consul's lip almost dead center, black blood welling up as she turned a furious gaze upon him. Idly she gnashed her teeth experimentally, to see if anything was dislocated, it wasn't this time, but the stinging pain would give her fuel for aparrent anger.

In that moment that he'd passed her, she brought her coufee round to bear on his back, but instead of aiming the blade's end towards MCD, she'd flipped it over in her hand, driving the gnarled, solid pommel towards his Kidney area. It wasn't lost on her that, many a warrior had taken note in the creche when it was mentioned that to inflict dehabillitating pain upon a human or humanoid, there was one good place to hit hard, the area above the organs known as kidneys. Yuuzhan Vong didn't have them, so she couldn't really imagine what this would feel like, not that she cared, if an infidel owned them, it couldn't be anything good.

She only hoped that Nom Anor's Blorash Jelly would hold MCD still enough so that she could flip her coufee blade over again and hack this disgusting being's head off for his indescressionate foolery.

MCD greets Nom Anor's coufee with a powerful block utilizing his cortosis arm guard to Nom wrist before the jagged blade could reach his right leg. MCD tried to follow up with a powerful thrust kick to Nom's jaw but the Blorash jelly leached its way to the floor and managed to stick MCD's left foot to the floor "What the f..."

It is then MCD feels the blunt pommel of Lotva Shai's coufee hit him in his kidney and it immediately drops him to a knee which also lands in the blorash jelly. "Oh sheet!"

It was then that Lotva turned her blade around and comes down with the coufee against MCD's neck. The coufee was ill aimed though and only the top part of the blade hit him in the neck, the lower part clanging against his concealed taozin breastplate. the blade managed to run down the side of MCD's neck, a near fatal blow. Realizing he was losing, MCD teleports himself free of the blorash jelly and into the foyer downstairs and starts to stumble for the front door. MCD drops his lightsaber and holds and tries as best he can to hold pressure on the wound to slow the bleeding, but he knows this would only buy him moments. He lifts his comlink to his mouth and opens a com to Ghost. "Kick rocks... Ghost, kick rocks..."

Ghost looks at the controls of MCD's VT-49 decimator and scratches his metalic head. "Now where is the auto-pilot? Ah, yes here it is..." The medical droid hits the panel and the Dark King blasts from the hangar bay and breaks for the safety of hyperspace.

Hearing the whine of large ion engines, MCD falls down in front of the door and lays there like a heap. His vision begins to blur and he begins to fade. the last thing he could see was two shadowy figures making their way towards him. even near death, MCD is defiant as ever. "Dassadeo krova you Vong wretch."

MCD smiles evilly as the fluent Vong insult leaves his lips and as he fights for every fleeing moment. he was already pale before he lost a good amount of his blood, yet he was still alive and fighting to stay that way for however brief a time.

Wiping the blood from her lower lip with the back of her hand, Lotva Shai smeared the obsidian liquid across the armoured gauntled plate of her opposite arm, then turned to Nom Anor with the fury still burning brightly in her eyes. He was ok it seemed, relatively unscathed for his efforts, but she knew the same couldn't be said for the infidel....good, that was the plan.

"He is not dead" the consul bit out in angered response, though the source of her anger was clearly the infidel, anyone would have thought her annoyed.

"But as Yun-Yammka is my witness, that brenzlit will be before this day is done!"

She didn't wait for Nom Anor to invite her, she was already stalking back the way they had come towards the entrance hall, towards the great, blasphemous door through which they had entered. Her footfalls heavy, intentional, she wanted her quarry to KNOW he was being hunted, to know what was coming and for him to take her name to the gods with his pitiful life.

When she found him, Nom Anor not too far behind her, he was crumpled shamefully upon the floor, bleeding from a hastily inflicted neck wound that if left unchecked, may well allow him to bleed out slowly. But a long and pained death was worthy of official sacrifice, and sacrifices greater than MCD, his unworthiness made all the more prominent by the disgusting insult he managed to toss in their direction. His pronouncement was almost dead on...but far from perfect in the consul's eyes.

"I should relieve you of the parts of you that granted you the ability to utter those words, brenzlit." She snarled low and dangerously, still crossing the floor between them to close the gap, coufee gripped firmly in her right hand.

As she drew close, stopping barely a meter away from his weakened, but still rather defiant form, she tilted her head slightly to change her physical perspective of him. Yes, she thought to herself, he was unworthy, defiance was nothing if you hadn't the insight to stand your ground initially with it, worthless little beings of this galaxy...and for all the power he could weild, he was just as bad as the rest of them.

She stepped forward, extending one foot suddenly to try knock the arms he was using to brace himself up with, out from beneath him, then attempted to pin him to the spot with the same booted foot in the center of his back, applying all her weight behind the limb.

"I gave you the chance to end this honourably, but you infidels show me time after time how abhorrently weak you truly are. I owe you much less...but here it is...send my exaltations to the slayer when you are brought before him, TELL him who sent you!"

The eyes on MCD's face begin to droop as he feels himself knocked over and pinned to the ground. His short lived life flashes before him; his escape, meeting the Vong, Questra, everything that lead to this moment. As he hears Lotva's parting message to him the last bit of defiance grows across his face. Lotva was right about something, this was all too easy. MCD truns so that he looks at Lotva with one eye as she pins him to the cold blood-wet floor as he gasps his final breaths. "And you... can tell him... who... sent... you!"

With the last bit of energy that he possessed, MCD reaches to his wristlink and manages to activate a button on the panel. Suddenly little red lights begin to flash on the plastoid walls and a similar beeping to that of the earlier grenade begins to sound. Obviously the insanity of MCD knew no bounds as only a nut-bar would rig his own home to self destruct. Lotva soon feels her foot hit the cold stone floor as MCD's body fades, leaving only his robes behind. the growing beeping tells Lotva and Nom that they have a choice to make, stay here and die or go outside and face the contingent of droids that sit in the courtyard. It is then that they both could almost hear a faint cackle dancing in the air.

Co-writen by: Lotva Shai and Nom Anor

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