Arkania
Setting the ship down, Malic came out, still angry at everything that was happening. It wouldn't be long if the Jedi came, yet thankfully, the Arkanian scientists were waiting for him due to the meeting. It had been all set up with Mak knowing. Every security measure had been put in place. The scientists were not to contact the Republic or the Jedi during the time the body was cloned, nor to ever contact Mak since the worm would've investigated why he was getting a clone. Only Malic ever spoke to them, and it had worked perfectly.
Except for the incident that just happened...
Slithering in to the nondescript building, he moved through several hallways and rooms before finally coming into a small office where five Arkanians were sitting at a table, all of them speaking quietly before they say Malic. Standing up, an older man nodded.
"Master Manto, we received your message that you wished to see us one final time, but I'm not sure why. You already took the clone from us a week ago, so what else do you need?"
Looking at them, Malic smiled.
"Just to get a few things straight before I leave, to make sure everything's in order. First, the clone's genetic material, you said it came from a Human, a man who gave it up about a century ago, one that you've used several times before."
"Yes, he donated it to science due to the fact he was in peak physical condition and had a high intelligence. We're not 100% sure as to who it is anymore, however. 43 years ago, the main building where we kept the data storage facilities were damaged in an accidental fire. The genetic material isn't affected by this, but the name and location of the said individual has been lost."
"And the five of you, you are the only ones who helped with the body I wanted? Nobody else was involved or knows?"
"We're the only ones in this business, yes, and per to your orders and money, neither the Republic or Jedi Order were informed and with such large credit transactions to not warrant suspicion from our government, there is no file on the clone you wanted..."
"Good, good... Well, I believe that satisfies all of my questions!"
Getting up, the scientist looked at him oddly. "Master Manto, I rarely ask such questions due to the nature of the business, but why did you want a cloned Human body that had a brain that was telepathically wiped? What purpose is such a clone to you?"
Laughing, Malic put a hand to his head before pulling out a lightsaber, his own lightsaber that he had created, looking at the scientists.
"That's because I'm not Mak Manto..."
Gasping, the scientists stepped back.
"My name is Malic, a Sith Dark Spirit who has control of his body, and you've just given me my new vessel..."
Activating a black-red lightsaber, he laughed again before springing on Mak's tail, slaughtering everyone in front of him amid a volley of screams and shouts. Getting up, five bodies were now scattered on the floor, lightsaber wounds on their torsos.
Now, all that was left was getting to the body on the other side of the planet that was being kept in a secure facility. He only had a few more things to do with it before he would transfer his mind to the creation.
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