Morad watched as Lortan plunged into the allywas, flashing his saber. "You want him, Your have to fight me first!" He couldn't beleive his ears, this was just like the time he had been messing around in a wookie outpost on Kashyyk. Morad had just gottan done doing a little bit of basic training with master Bik. Feeling like all work and know play made Morad a dull boy, he decided to mess around with the local wildlife. So he snuck into one of the planets aritificial bantha farms, (Look it up, they do have them dust.) and go bantha tipping. After a few bantha's, the owner came out and pinned Morad to the ground, almost killing him. Luckily, Master Bik was quite familiar with the wookie, and just happened to 'be passing by,' but Morad knew he had been there the whole time. Eventually he talked Morad's way out with almost no trouble, at least, none with the wookie.

Finally, jumping back to reality, Morad saw the opening. The clone had just switched hands and was now pointing a rifle at Lortan. Out of instinct, Morad reached for the hilt of his saber and pressed it against the troopers chest.

Check mate.

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