Project Boussh: Don't Piss Off the Clone by Vickie Boyd "You just crashed your ship and you want us to surrender to you? You are but one woman. What can you do to stop us?" Vickie sighed and closed her eyes. Shrapnel from the crash as well as any small items not locked down began swirling around the bay as if in a storm. It all culminated in a giant twister and headed straight for the group of Imperials. They scattered, only the Captain remained. "Hrumph, you don't scare me." She opened her eyes and they glowed like fire. "You should be afraid." Waving a hand, the man flew across the room and into the middle of the storm. The cat jumped from her arms and hissed. She looked at him and frowned. "I don't care anymore. I'm not real. It doesn't matter." Macavity arched his back and hissed again. He flexed his claws and swiped her leg. She howled in pain. Behind her, the storm subsided and collapsed to the floor. In the middle, the Imperial captain lay battered and broken. He was still alive, though only barely. Vickie glared at the cat. "You just don't get it, do you? I'm insane. I'm not real. I don't belong here!" She stormed off out of the landing bay. After a moment, Macavity padded behind her, leaving a confused crew of Imperials behind.