Project Boussh: Death Becomes Her
by Vickie Boyd



His mind snapped awake. Where was he? What was his mission? Slowly he 
opened his eyes. He was on a transport of some sort. It was luxuriously 
apportioned. Was he already on his mission?

Turning his head, he came to a conclusion. Yes, his mission had begun.


Korak sat beside Josh, watching over him. The human had proven himself. 
He had risen from the dead. None of his tribe had done that before. He 
was proud of Josh.

He noticed Josh's hand move and stood. <"Be still, Friend Josh. I will 
get Lady Jedi to..."> His sentence was cut short as Josh sat up and 
grabbed his blaster from its holster.

"Die Rebel scum!" Josh pulled the trigger and shot Korak in the chest.


A flood of emotions suddenly came to Vickie as she sat in the lounge. 
Anger, worry and fear. Then she heard the shot. She scrambled to her 
feet and ran back to the room where Korak and Josh were sequestered.

The sight before her confused her. Josh stood over Korak with a blaster 
in his hand. She looked down to see the smoking hole in the center of 
the Ewok's body. "Crispy," she said in a curious and questioning tone.

He looked at her, noting the Imperial doctor attire. "Traitor to the 
Empire," he yelled as he leveled the blaster on her and fired.

With a speed she'd never known before, Vickie thumbed on the lightsaber 
that had been in her hand. She brought the purple blade up to block the 
shots. They ricocheted around the room, scorching the walls. "Sith. 
Josh, fight the stormie!"

"What are you talking about," he asked in a rather fake British accent.

She blinked. He sounded nothing like Josh. Something was wrong. He was 
holding the blaster in his right hand. "Josh is left handed," she 
mumbled to herself. "That means..."

Joosh fired again.

"You aren't Josh." She let the shots bounce off her Force shield.

The clone was stunned. His eyes narrowed. "Jedi," he hissed. He bent 
down and picked up the knife from the Ewok's body and rushed her.

Quickly she backpedaled. She brought her blade down from her upper right 
to lower left in a clockwise motion to block the knife's strike. Pushing 
the blade away, she thumbed the switch on her lightsaber up to a more 
powerful setting.

Joosh brought the blade back over his head to take another stab at her. 
"You will die by my hand, Rebel Jedi."

"Like Hoth I will," she said. She brought her blade up from her right 
hip to her left shoulder, through the clone.

He stood with the knife still hovering in the air. A look of pure shock 
covered his face. He didn't utter a word as his body fell into two pieces.

"What the?!"

She turned around to see Wes standing with his blaster trained on her. 
"Wes, it's not what you think. That was a clone. It wasn't Josh. He 
killed Korak."

He didn't lower the blaster as he stepped past Joosh's body over to 
where the Ewok lay. "Sith, he didn't have a chance."

"You have to believe me," she said frantically. "He's right handed. Josh 
is left handed. Please believe me."

Wes put his blaster in his hip holster. "I believe you. Nice job." He 
used a toe to push the knife from the dead clone's hand.

Vickie looked down and actually saw the body for the first time. "Oh 
TAWG." She slumped onto her knees. "I killed him," she said softly.

"If you hadn't, he would have killed you." He came over and put a hand 
on her shoulder.

Hobbie's voice suddenly came over the shipwide comm. "Guys, you need to 
come take a look at this."

Wes held out a hand to her. "Come on. If I don't get back up there, he's 
sure to fly us into an asteroid."

She took his hand and allowed him to pull her to her feet. "Yeah," she 
said sadly. Turning around, she pushed the tears from her eyes. "Let's go."