Two Lanas

As your ship is **** to land, it is quickly surrounded by a whole battalion of droids, B1 battle droids, superbattle droids, magnaguards... They came prepared for everything. They don't open fire, just wait for you to exit your ship. You do so, open the hatch, and jump out of it, lightsabers at hand. They still don't fire, which is rather odd, in a position like this.

Meanwhile, the other groups faced similar problems, none went quite according to plan. The Separatists were better prepared for any operations against their leaders than expected in the final days of the war. It turned out that Anakin was the best at having the element of surprise, which no one expected.

{if Obi-Wan = true}Utapau:

{endif}

Mygeeto:

Geonosis:

Skako Minor:

Dac:

Felucia:

Kooriva: (sidenote: couldn't find the gif without the text, so feel enlightened by knowing what a pilot is :D)

Kaller:

As you look around, you hear a fighter's engines roaring, and the very ship that fired upon you lands not far from you in the hangar. A girl in a robe jumps out, by the time she reveals herself to you, you already know who she is. She is your clone. You both look each other deep in the eye, never having felt like that before. As if you were staring at a mirror, except the other doesn't mirror your movements. She is having the signs of dark side corruption on her face, her eyes are pure yellow, she must have been trained by a Sith, either Dooku or Sidious. You must take her seriously, she might have skills you don't possess.

Clone Lana: It is very strange to stare at myself, even if an inferior version, with far less of the dark side in her. Especially as you are a little chubbier than I, which is concerning...

Lana: Really? Is that the best you can come up with? I would have expected more from myself.

Clone Lana: Hmm, I see you don't have any sense of humour. A shame, I was looking forward to having a chat with somebody who could provide better company than basic droids.

Lana (shaking your head): Damn, am I always so irritating? I had no idea! I am about to feel sorry for my master...

Clone Lana: Sarcasm at its finest. Yet, it won't save you from anything. Master Plo is running away to his little hidden clone contingent, while you will be imprisoned here for a loooong time. With some fun time. At least for me!

Lana: How do you know about his contingent? It was top secret, and very few in the order knew about it!

Clone Lana: Oh come on girl, I know you, and especially a Jedi master wouldn't have come here without clone backup! You and I share a way of thinking you can't even imagine! I figured your plan out way before you came to Cato Neimoidia! All I had to do was imagine what I would do if I were you! Easy as that!

Lana: You think you are smart, right? Just wait until...!

Clone Lana (interrupting): "...until I'm done with you, you'll wish you were born a Hutt's ****!" That's what you were going to say, isn't it? I told you, I can literally read your mind!

Lana (thinking): Oh crap, that's really it...! How?! I can't tell what she's thinking, why isn't it working the other way?!

Clone Lana: Are you wondering how you could read my mind? Pfff, amateur, you won't figure it out in time! Especially since you have no more time!

Lana: What do you mean?

Clone Lana: I'm supposed to take you alive, unfortunately. I would have loved to rid the galaxy of my worse version, but that time will come too. One day. As for now, surrender! Or, allow me to take you in with ****! Please choose the latter!

Lana (looking around and observing the hundreds of droids around you): It would be foolish to fight you with so many droids to back you up... Not to mention I won't give you the pleasure of having an unfair fight against me, so I'm going willingly.

Clone Lana (taking your lightsabers with a bored face): Very well, spoil all the fun... Booo...

She then **** chokes you with an evil grin on her face.

Clone Lana: Aaah, that feels sooo goood! I just couldn't hold that back! Now, don't die on me just yet, call me Mommy, and I will let you go! For the moment.

Lana (****): You wish...!

Clone Lana (taking a glimpse at her wrist as if there was a watch, while still **** you): I've got a lot of time, how long do you think you can hold your breath back without feeling dizzy and weak? Don't answer that, 52 seconds, I know! Guess how many seconds have passed so far!

Lana (running out of air): You...! Mommy... Of a Gizka!

Clone Lana (releasing you): Hmm, technically, I'll accept that, but we still have tons of work to do on your discipline. Luckily, I have you all for myself! Come on now, your cell awaits!

You are on the floor, gasping for air, figuring out a way to get back at her for this later.

Lana (to yourself): I'm unbelievable... I'll have to deal with her as soon as possible. And properly have my **** for her mean bitching.

You are escorted to a cell with a ray shield keeping you inside. You were allowed to keep your armour on, to your greatest surprise. When the guards are gone, you attempt to use your armour's weaponry to get out of the cell, but you realize it has more to it than just being a normal cell. The walls have a kind of electromagnetic field, which disables all the bottons on your controller. Without that, you cannot use anything, so it truly remains just a defensive armour. An hour or two passes, when somebody enters the prison block. It's Gunray.

Gunray (grinning with satisfaction): Aaah, the little Jedi is right in my trap! I have been waiting for this day you know, ever since the banquet at Count Dooku's stronghold on Serenno!

{if Gunray = true}Lana (teasing him): Oh, I see, so you have been working on your little prejak dick since that? Or are you going to last a maximum 3 minutes this time too?{endif}

{if Poggle = true}: Lana: Hmm, I don't remember you from that party, you couldn't have been an eyecatcher there either.{endif}

{If Wat = true}: Lana: Hmm, I don't remember you from that party, you couldn't have been an eyecatcher there either.{endif}

Gunray (furiously): You, insolent, little...! I'll have my droids **** you for days and nights straight until you will be begging for my manly manhood!

Lana: Yeah, yeah, sure, let's bring those droids, they'll have a looong time to work if you want that result.

Gunray (growing angrier and angrier): Grrrr, you are never going to leave my palace alive, this I swear! I will break you yet, don't you dare underestimate me! And when you are broken, I will have your head and put it on my wall, along with your...!

Clone Lana (entering the prison block): That's enough, Viceroy, she is mine, not yours, remember our deal!

Gunray: Don't bother me now clone, I'm lecturing your donor!

Clone Lana (**** **** Gunray): Talk to me like that again and it will be your head decorating my wall. You may still be the Viceroy of a collapsing company, but when the world around you crumbles, I will still be here, ruling the galaxy on my master's side. So, for your sake, don't hasten your ****, will you? Am I understood, Viceroy?

Gunray (gasping for air): Y-yes...! Yes, perfectly Ma'am...!

Clone Lana (releasing him): Good, now leave us. I want to talk to the Jedi.

Gunray (running away): As you say! You won't be seeing me there again!

Lana: Never thought I would say something like that, but I'm glad you shut that prick up.

Clone Lana: We have more in common than you think. We are one and the same. Except that I'm better. Stronger. Smarter.

Lana: Don't forget the more arrogant part!

Clone Lana: Hm. Joke all you want, but that won't change the facts. I was made to be your better version.

Lana: How were you made exactly? I thought no one could clone a Jedi.

Clone Lana: Just another thing that proves you are inferior. There is a way, as I clearly demonstrate. Nala Se, the bright Kaminoan cloning scientist, managed to clone you. Though most of the test subjects died days after they were created and only a handful of us managed to survive the first weeks, I persisted. The other versions were inferior, weak, only the strongest survived.

Lana: Great... Then, how are you the same age as I am?

Clone Lana: Nala Se wasn't only a pioneer in cloning Jedi, she had multiple groundbreaking parallel research projects. One of them was the modification of the aging acceleration. Usual clones age faster, around 5-10 times the normal rate. I was given a 200x acceleration.

Lana: Eugh, you should be thinking about your retirement soon, or you'll run out of time to save credits for your old days!

Clone Lana: Exactly, that's the problem of normal age acceleration. However, she managed to build in a trigger that would stop the acceleration. A simple yet incredibly complex method, done by nobody else so far. She stopped my aging at 25, which took me only 1,5 months to reach. I know, it sounds ridiculous, a 1,5 month old "being", is 25 years old. Luckily, your DNS contained all your muscle developments, your memories and experiences, which helped me overcome my inevitable mental breakdown caused by the acceleration. And saved me years of physical workout.

Lana: Wow... So this is what I would be if I had been only a pile of muscle with somebody's memories downloaded to it. I'm beginning to feel sorry for you!

Clone Lana: You might be, but you won't be. Some of the memories were altered, so I wouldn't end up with the moral and emotional barriers you possess. Hence, I am stronger. Not to mention the last 2 months I spent with my master, learning to deepen my knowledge with the dark side.

Lana: Your master? Dooku or Sidious? One of them is already dead, the next is soon to come to that fate.

Clone Lana: Do you think I would suffice with anything less than the most powerful being as my master? Oh, and I wouldn't worry about his life. His plan will consume all the Jedi and the Republic. You cannot stop him.

Lana: If I got a credit for each bad guy who said that and we stopped them, I would be richer than Jabba the Hutt!

Clone Lana (drawing your lightsabers from her belt): Care to put it to the test? I want to see what you are truly made of.

Lana: You want to kill me with my own weapons? Showoff.

Clone Lana (deactivating the ray shield and throwing your lightsabers to you): I'm not a coward like you Jedi! I'll fight you on equal terms, to prove how weak you truly are!

Lana: And if I refuse?

Clone Lana: Then you'll die like an insect, trempled by the mighty.

Lana (activating your lightsabers): A reasonable argument, let's settle this then!