Project Boussh: Epilogue: Coming to Terms Face to Faace
by Alison Sky

        "Faace?"
      The young clone turned his head from the door he was gently 
closing.  Qwi Xux stood there, her hands clasped in front of 
her.  "Yes Qwi?"
      "There's an X-Wing landing on the pad."
      Faace walked across the hall to look out of the window.  
Indeed, there was an X-Wing landing.  "I'll deal with it," he told 
her.  "It's Face, and I have a feeling he knows that I exist."
      Qwi nodded and went back to her study while Face went to 
greet his guest.

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      Face maneuvered his ship to land, trying to avoid the TIE 
bomber that was on the pad as well.  As the cockpit opened, Face 
could see what appeared to be Fel working on the ship.  _It shouldn't 
surprise me,_ Face said.  _After all, he WAS a Rogue at one point 
too._
      Standing in the cockpit, Face grabbed the small package he 
had wrapped.  It contained the sword and the black cases.  He slid to 
the ground, holding the package in one hand.  After exchanging a nod 
with the Fel clone, Face walked to the back door of Rent a Rogue.
      _"Look who decided to stop by," Alison shouted as she ran 
across the pad.  She stopped a few feet from him, her arms at her 
hips, playing the hurt woman.  "You go away for a few months and 
don't even write..."_
      Face shook the memory of Alison from his mind.  Gritting his 
teeth, he kept walking.  Soon he reached the door, and it opened 
before he could palm the door.  
      And before him stood a mirror... a mirror of flesh and blood.
      "I knew Alison was good at making clones, but this is 
unbelievable," Face said, looking into the eyes of Faace.  "She got 
you down pat."
      "Broke the mold afterwards too," Faace quipped.  "Said she 
could only handle one of me running around."
      Face grinned.  _Now I know what Vickie/Kelly were feeling 
when they met each other._  "I'm sorry to bring you bad news..." he 
began.  
      "I've heard already," Faace stopped, keeping the soldier from 
having to replay the battle of words in his mind again.  The clone 
motioned for Face to enter then closed the door behind him.
      "How did you hear?" Face asked curiously.
      Faace shrugged.  "We have our sources," he stated simply.  
      "You heard about the Wes clone too, I assume."
      Again, Faace shrugged.  "Jaanson was one of Emily's 
prototypes.  He was hardly ever stationed here, so there is no real 
bond.  We have five more upstairs."
      "Five Jansons?"  Face opened his eyes in horror.  "And the 
place is still standing?"
      Faace chuckled.  "The Wedges and Tychos keep them in line."
      A smile came to Face's lips for a moment, then 
dropped.  "They all know?"
      Nodding, Faace motioned for Face to follow him.  "I've told 
them, and for a while they mourned.  But now, we're working to get 
ourselves back on our feet, to keep the dream alive and running."
      "She would like it that way," Face stated.
      "Her dream was to get the people of Terra and the members of 
Rogue and Wraith squadron together to fulfill dreams and fantasies," 
Faace stated, leaning back against the front desk.  "In the end, she 
helped fulfill something that she never thought was possible."
      "Too bad she's not around to enjoy it herself," Face sighed.
      Faace shrugged.  "She wouldn't want to celebrate anyway," he 
commented.  "Alison was always the one to duck and leave through the 
back door before recognition could be given to her."
      Face nodded.  "That reminds me, I have some things of hers 
for you."  He turned to Faace and held out the package.  "Where do 
you want them?"
      Faace looked at the package for a moment, then pointed to a 
set of stairs.  "Third room on the left.  If you can't open the door, 
just leave them on the table beside it and I will put them inside 
later."  A comlink started to beep and Faace walked around the other 
side of the desk.  "You can see yourself?"
      "I'll find my way," Face said and he walked to the staircase, 
hearing Faace talk to someone about borrowing "Wes and Hobbie" for a 
camping trip.
      _"NO! You can't go up there!" Alison shouted, holding her 
arms out to the sides, blocking Face from walking up the stairs.
      "But I need to use the fresher badly!" Face replied.
      "Then use the one over there," she said, pointing to the 
opposite side of the room.  
      "What are you hiding up there?"  The pilot tried to look over 
her shoulder.
      "I... um... I am in the middle of doing laundry and I don't want 
you to see my unmentionables!" she told him, pushing him back through 
the main room._
      Face sighed, shook the memory away, and started to walk up 
the stairs.  If Alison was still around, he would never be going 
here... now, he knew the truth, so nothing was going to surprise him.
      He walked slowly along the red carpet, counting doors until 
he reached the third one on the left.  He tried the handle, but the 
door did not budge.  He knocked and waited, but no one inside 
answered.  
      A small table stood right beside the door.  Sighing, Face 
carefully placed the package down, making sure the sword's balance 
was as so it did not fall to the ground.  With one last look at what 
remained of his friend, he turned his back and walked away.  
      As he reached the steps, he heard a door close.  Turning his 
head quickly, he looked back and saw that the table by the door was 
now empty, the sword and cases gone.  He took a step towards the 
door, then felt a hand on his shoulder.
      "Something wrong?" Faace asked, looking down the hallway.
      Face stared at the door a moment longer, then shook his 
head.  "I left the package on the table, and now it's gone..." _Though 
sometimes you can never not help but be surprised..._
      "One of the others might have taken it into the room," Faace 
told him, and led the confused Wraith back down the stairs.  "You 
should be rejoining your squad, so I've had your ship refueled for 
you.  Sorry I can't much more of a host, but business calls."
      "I understand completely."  Face reached his hand out to 
Faace.  The cloned twin shook it back.  "If you guys ever need 
anything, don't hesitate to call me."
      Faace nodded.  "We will keep in touch.  And don't be a 
stranger.  Sometimes I get lonely being the only one of my kind here."
      Face laughed.  "She really only wanted one of you?"
      Faace smiled.  "Said that while people see different versions 
of the others Rogues and Wraiths, there's only one Face in her world, 
and she won't mess with perfection."  He smiled. 
      "She had it bad for me, huh?" Face chuckled.
      "Actually, no.  She's a Wes fan."  Faace grinned.  "You were 
just a friend to her, one who she cared for and respected deeply."
      "That makes two of us."
      Nodding to Faace, the Wraith turned and walked back to his 
ship. As he took off, he looked back up at the building that 
encompassed the Rent a Rogue shop.  He saw a curtain drop back down 
to cover one of the windows, and shook his head.  _Clones..._
      Lifting the fighter off the landing pad, he turned its nose 
to space and set his course for home.