Of Clones and Sexual Orientation...Discovery
Just to get the ball rolling...(yeah, this took a lot less time than I'd expected, no I didn't take it farther than I've written phoenix! It was disturbing enough for me to live that as it was--I live by the whole write by experience concept for those anyone who doesn't know me)
Fierfekk, it'd been a while since I'd been here...
After months of being away, I was finally standing once more on Mandalorian soil. The only thing that made me uncomfortable was where that particular piece of soil was located. I on land occupied by Fi and Parja Skirata, and, because my timing had been off, Kal Skirata was there too. This was going to be an interesting visit if there ever was one.
And, by the way, I'm a cloned soldier just like Fi; and, being such, I was here on a mission. Not, as you might think, a military mission, hell no! I'd faked my own death long enough ago to have nearly shaken the need to follow the GAR in any way--though I did do some time as a hired mercenary now and again under a new name and forged identichip. The only thing that had kept me from being discovered was the fact that I'd had my genes altered ever so slightly, changing my hair to a more dark brown and my eyes to one violet, one silver. But anyone that was a clone or had spent much time with them without helmets on would recognize me for what I was. Luckily, no one bothered saying anything or even seemed to care that my facial structure and height were identical.
No. This mission was special because it was all my own. I had decided the reason for the mission, I had determined the necessary equipment, and I had done all the guesswork. My mission: attempt to determine my own sexual orientation by intentionally instigating sexual activities with another clone who had shown some possibly gay tendencies. Needed equipment? At least part of my Mandalorian armour I had built, a blaster, and the energy required to run very quickly if things went badly. Now I was here, though it took me two days longer than I expected, and now I was here and ready to go...sort of.
I had seen Skirata's ship, the Aay'han, on the flattened patch of dirt that served as a landing pad, so I knew I'd have complications to my visit. "Kal'buir" was still determined to suck me into his little family.
I rolled my eyes at the thought and started moving. The sooner I got the niceties over with, the better. I walked over the somewhat uneven turf to the recessed main entry and knocked on the antique-looking wood door. Talk about a flair for another time. The whole house looked like it was designed for another era with a few modern commodities added over time. Still, it was a nice place. I took a step back as I heard voices on the other side and some shuffling sounds. Then the door burst open and Fi, Parja, and Kal were all right there in the doorway.
Not expecting all three to open the door, I just stood there and blinked stupidly. Part of the slowed reactions of having been out of the fighting for a while, I think. It was Fi who spoke first.
"Rifler? I thought...you..." he stammered. Not surprising. As far as I still new, only a couple of people knew of my existence, not of which were present.
"You're supposed to be dead," Kal finished for the other clone.
To her credit, Parja didn't say a thing--though her expression said volumes along the lines of "here we go again." That look made me wonder what had been going on the last few months while I was away.
Slightly annoyed, I sighed and said, "Fi's not the only one who's gotten out of the GAR by having the proper paperwork written and signed. Yes, I'm supposed to be dead, but no, I'm not actually."
All three stared for a moment, making me even more uncomfortable than I already was. Then Parja finally spoke with an exasperated tone. "Oh, for the love of...come on you two! Come on in, Rifler and get out of the weather."
I glanced outside as she pulled me inside. It was perfectly fine weather outside, just like I remembered it being just a moment before, there were just a few clouds on the horizon. Inside, the main part of the house was warm and comfortably--if sparsely--furnished. Continuing to play the prodical child, I allowed myself to be sat in a chair, all the while ignoring random questions shot at me until I'd been seated and Parja had come to my aid telling the two other men to shut up and wait until I was ready to start talking.
No sooner had I opened my mouth than Kal started in on the questions with renewed vigor.
"Where in hell have you been, boy? What've you been doing these past months? Why haven't you contacted anyone?"
I raised my hands defensively, warding off the interrogation I'd known would come with Kal around. "One question at a time! I can only talk so fast. First, I've been lying low for the most part and if you'd asked Vau about it, he'd tell you that I was still around, but using a different name. Second, I've been doing my part in the war, still, but as a free man. Third, I have contacted people, and Vau, surprisingly, was one of the first people I spoke with face to face since I disappeared. Now, are you going to keep asking me stupid questions, or are we going to start talking about something useful?"
To my surprise, Kal laughed. "Yeh, it's you all right. For a minute I wasn't sure if it was really you. After all, you were one of Vau's boys, not mine. Didn't get to talk to you as much even if you did 'play' with Kom'rk some."
Fi snickered, but I didn't know why. Perhaps it was the way Kal said 'play'? But honestly, the worse the two of us had got up to was a wrestling match that nearly ended with us falling ten feet off of a durasteel girder. Innocent stuff like innocent, naive boys. I already had the other clone thinking in the right direction, though, which would make my job easier. Conversation continued, Fi becoming more and more curious as to how I'd managed to keep my own survival from getting out. Somewhere during that time, Parja disappeared on a comlink call. Apparently a neighbor needed help patching up a landspeeder. Then, a while later, Kal disappeared for something, leaving me alone with Fi. And suddenly every carefully composed subtle suggestion I had come up with in the past seventy-two hours vanished from my mind.
Our almost playful banter ceased moments later and a pregnant silence invaded the room. Fi looked several times as if he wanted to say something and thought better of it. Finally I stood up, completely off my game and Fi stood too, putting us uncomfortably close together. I decided to put the opportunity to use.
Quickly, I gripped Fi's shoulders the same way I'd held a woman from my past and I kissed him full on the mouth, making myself savor the sensation despite the glaring neon signs in my mind screaming "WRONG! SO WRONG! THIS IS TOTALLY WRONG!" Then I got surprised. I felt Fi actually lean into it and kiss me back! Now my mind had added klaxons to the bright signs, but I kept kissing him, deepening it when he opened his mouth, running my tongue along his gumline...finally I pulled back, ready to vomit.
Fi was staring at me with a mortified expression and I'm sure the look on my own face was much the same. Then the sound of someone clearing their throat came from behind me. I stiffened and turned around as the lookon Fi's face became even more freaked.
"Well...that was...wow," Kal said, his eyes wide. "No wonder you were always so uptight around the others, Rif."
I cleared my own throat, thoroughly embarrassed. "This...um...this isn't what it...I..."
That was when the shit hit the fan. Fi, still looking a little confused and a little scared, gasped, "That was incredible."
I turned around, ready to smack him upside the head, but he grabbed me and pulled me into another kiss. This time I pulled myself away immediately and stepped backward. I hit the chair I had been sitting in only a short while ago and fell, winding myself as the chair toppled and I hit the floor flat on my back. I scrambled backward and got back up, every nerve in my body screaming at me.
Looking Fi in the eye, I managed to say, "That felt way too good to be right," before I turned around and ran for the door.
Yeah...my sources were right. Mission accomplished. But if all of my brothers and I are bisexual, doesn't that mean Jango was too?
Right then, I didn't care. I just knew it was time to bang out and get away before some very awkward questions started coming my way. Knowing that, I dashed headlong as far and as fast as I could away from that house before climbing onto the swoop bike I'd borrowed to get there from Keldabe Spaceport and shot back and away. Current Mood: bitchy