Project Boussh: Spaarti Messes
by Vickie Boyd and scifantasy

Vickie stalked from the landing bay. She turned towards what she thought 
was the rear of the ship. Her day had gone to Tatooine since she had been 
jumped by that stupid cat. Now she had crashed her ship on a Star Destroyer 
after finding out she was a clone. And it was the CAT who told her she 
wasn't real. She was losing her mind. Well, what mind she actually had.
What mind did she have? Her thoughts were jumbled. She remembered her 
husband and her ferrets and dog. But, she also remembered Wedge being 
younger, living on Corellia, and flying a starship. Why would she remember 
things like that?
"FREEZE!"
She looked up at the troopers in front of her. They picked the wrong day 
and the wrong woman to speak to. She looked at them and suddenly their 
weapons flew from their hands. They looked at each other in confusion. 
"Would you please get the hell out of my way," she said as she used the 
Force to push them away from her. They slammed against the walls as she 
walked through them, like Moses parting the sea. Behind her, computer 
terminals shorted out and sparked.
An orange blur disappeared behind her.
Macavity sat and watched her. She had gone crazy. The Dark Side was flowing 
around her. He had to figure a way to stop her. Listening, he heard 
footsteps close by and went to investigate.

Sci, Iella, and Winter had been navigating through the chaos that the 
_Admonitor_ had been thrown into when they heard something very unusual.
Iella, who was as usual taking point, heard it first. She stopped, and the 
other two stopped as well. "What's up?" asked Sci.
She put a finger to her lips, and all three were silent. Then they all 
heard it...It sounded like explosions of machinery, like electronics 
blowing out--and it was punctuated by human screams every once in a while.
"Well," started Sci, "on the surface that doesn't sound like something to 
be concerned about. After all, it is part of our job..."
"But," Winter picked up on his thought, "there's no sound of blasters or 
droidstoppers, and it's too loud to be Noghri."
"Damn this radio silence..." muttered Sci. Since mantaining radio silence 
was essential, and an accidential squawk from the comlinks could ruin them, 
they'd kept their comm lines closed.
"Think about it logically," Iella said, already lost in thought. "What 
could cause electric explosions and physical pain without weaponry of any 
sort?"
Winter shuddered. "The Force."
Sci swore. "When Vickie had her bout with the Dark Side, her room looked 
like a war zone..." Holstering his blaster, he took off at a run toward the 
source of the noises.
He only made it down one corridor before he skidded to a halt. "We're most 
definitely needed this way." He pointed to the right.
Iella and Winter, who had caught up with him, looked, and barely saw the 
flash of orange. "Is that what I think it is?" Iella asked.
"Yes. Come on." The three headed down the corridor at a dead run.

Vickie held a trooper up in the air one-handed. "You picked a REALLY bad 
day for me, you know?" She threw him against a wall. He slid down with an 
"oomph" and crumpled to the floor. "I'm not real, so I don't have to abide 
by the rules."
Before her, troops scattered. They had tried shooting her, but the bolts 
just bounced off her. They had tried rushing her, but she had grown 
extremely strong and threw them off her like dolls. They even had tried 
sending the droids after her, only to have them short out before they even 
got close. There was something decidedly wrong about this woman. The only 
thing they could do was retreat, regroup and hope someone came up with a plan.
She turned the next corner and nearly screamed. The cat was sitting at the 
end staring at her. Behind him were three people she recognized 
immediately. "What do you want," she asked with a sigh.
Sci looked behind her. "What the hell is going on?"
She rolled her eyes. "Let's see, I'm a clone and you're not. I have a score 
to settle with the man who created me."
That got everybody's attention. "A clone?" managed Iella.
"Yes," she said grabbing the front of her torn flight suit for emphasis. "I 
am not real. I'm a fake."
"There's a difference there," pointed out Sci. Iella and Winter were still 
a little dazed.
"What?" She blinked at the Terran leader.
"What about that clone of Fel? The one who sacrificed his life to help us? 
What about Dorsk 81 and 82, or Carib Devest?"
Her mind reeled. All this information at one time. The cat stared at her, 
cleaning its paws.
Winter, who had managed to snap out of her surprise, squinted at Vickie. 
"How are you a clone?"
"I... I don't know. That cat told me."
Sci smirked. "Macavity is well-named. Even if you are a clone, though, 
that's not important." Iella and Winter, who had grown up with tales and 
memories of the Clone Wars, looked at Sci, confused.
Her brow furrowed as she tried to remember. "The last thing I remember was 
fighting with Erisi. Then I was in the bacta. And then I woke up in the 
cell." She ran a hand through her hair, a confused look on her own face.
"So," said Iella, "you could have been cloned then, and another copy of you 
still aboard the _Admonitor_?"
Sci groaned. "Pash is going to have a field day when he hears about this."
"Pash," she said quietly. "He is..." She shook her head. "No, that can't be 
right."
"What?" asked Sci, his voice suddenly quiet and concerned, as if not to 
scare her.
She suddenly grabbed her head screaming, "Shut up! I am not going to kill him!"
All three stared at her for a minute. Then, Iella gasped. "Kill...who?"
Sci looked at Iella, conprehension dawning on his face. "Imperial programming?"
"We... Wedge. I can't kill him. He's my... brother?" She looked at the 
three as if she had never seen them before. "Who... who am I?"
Sci's hand clamped firmly down on Iella's blaster. "Talk about blurring 
fantasy and reality..."
"Well," muttered Winter, "If she wants to discuss Imperial programming, she 
found the right people..."
Sci turned to Vickie. "You are Vickie Boyd, or a clone of her, at least."
"Imperial programming," she repeated slowly, nodding. "Yes, clone, made to 
get inside Terra Group and into a position to kill Wedge Antilles." Sci 
checked his grip on Iella's blaster.
She blinked. "But, I didn't kill him. The cat, Macavity? He stopped me. He 
told me I am a clone. Then... Red Four shot my wing." She looked at them. 
"I used the Force to land in one of the bays."
Sci looked behind Vickie, back the way she had came. "The last time I saw 
destruction like that was back on the _Home_."
She turned around and looked at the mess. "I did that?"
Iella nodded. "And you didn't use a blaster or weapon..."
Vickie's head dropped. "No," she said quietly. "I used the Dark Side."
Sci looked sharply at Iella, who stared back for a second before holstering 
her blaster. "Come with us," he said. "You're as much Vickie as anybody, 
and Vickie is part of the team."
The determination Sci was used to suddenly appeared on her face as she 
nodded. "Ok."
Sci smiled. "Though we can't call you Vickie."
"Red Two will be fine, I suppose, until we can think of something else."
"I've thought of something, then."
"What's that?"
Sci smiled. "You told me yourself. Kelly."
Memories suddenly flowed into her mind. "Yes, Kelly Antilles."
Sci turned to Iella and Winter, both of whom were by now completely 
befuddled. "Let me explain. And..." he pulled out his comlink, turning it 
on. "Now hear this..."