[center][h2] Armond Organa[/h2][/center]

I rush out of my chamber, wearing ceremonial armor and carrying a sword. My bodyguards follow behind me, weapons in hand. I hold my blade high and give a cry “For the Queen!”.

I skid to a holt when I see Jerus standing over the dead Devaronian. “Oh, you already got him.” Noticeably sulks. “Oh well. Once again, I am indebted to a Je’and. Thank you for your service, my friend.”

[center][h2] Darth Hexxus [/h2][/center]

Iwan and I circle each other. “You have been abandoned, clone. Your own allies have marked you as a disposable. When you die here, you will be remembered as nothing more than a failed experiment.”

[center][h2] Iwan Starsnow[/h2][/center]

It takes a lot for me to control myself. Jerus was right; Gendry was trying to get inside my head. I couldn’t let him. “It’s funny you should say that. I was about to say the exact same thing... clone!”

[center][h2] Darth Hexxus[/h2][/center]

With a snarl, I rush in low and Iwan come in high. We meet in the middle with a flurry of blows.