KMC Forums - !!!LOOK AT ME!!! A Jango Fett vs. Darth Maul Story.

Here it is. No, Jango does not beat Darth Maul. His clone - Alpha - does. Just to show you the Fett genes are better than the Maul genes!

Tipoca Training Facility, Kamino
Five Years Before The Battle Of Geonosis . . .

The prime clone strolled across the training mat, leisurely scratching his fists at his front. The seven clones filed into rank at attention, bodies straight and ready.
‘Today you will face your toughest challenge yet.’ Jango growled. He took a look around the complex, the viewing stand and security station surrounding the small, matted arena. The stormy nights of Kamino could be seen through the many windows, contrasting the silvery light of the complex.
‘We have been provided a very special specimen by an anonymous benefactor.’ He continued, walking back and forth in front of them.
‘Today, you’re going to face a Jedi,’ he regarded the few surprises that escaped the clones mouths, ‘don’t be shocked. You’re going to have to kill them all sometime.’
The clone became silent again. ‘Don’t worry; you’ve had the adequate training. You’ve learnt from me. Your Advanced Recon Clone Troopers. You will defeat your opponent!’ He looked steadily at each clone, bereft of armour and wearing their crimson training trousers and shirt.
‘Alpha, you’ll be going first!’ and he signalled the remaining clones to follow him to the view stand, leaving an awaiting Beta in the secure arena.

The clones watched as their brother stood his ground as a heavy door at the other side of the arena opened. In the shrouded darkness, a sharp and deadly form entered the arena through an enveloping shadow.
‘If he’s learned enough and he knows how to adapt he will win.’ The prime clone assured them, but they all looked, in their own way, worried.
The dark warrior paced menacingly forward revealing a tattooed head of scarlet and jet black. He levelled his hand down to his waist and took a thin, metallic tube into both hands.
He twitched his hands subtedly and two jets of white-red light erupted forth.
Alpha clone held his ground, eyeing up the warrior.
‘Come on Alpha, adapt, adapt.’ Jango muttered in frustration as the Jedi closed on his clone.
But Alpha did nothing. Suddenly the dark character leapt forward, driving the lightsaber forward. But Alpha was no fool. He ducked the lightsaber, driving his own fist at the Jedi’s gut. Yet the Jedi was fast, Alpha’s fist just grazing the warrior’s thigh. And then the warrior was back, fiercely slashing at Alpha. Alpha kept away from the blade as it hit the air about him. The dark warrior backed away momentarily for a moments respite and Alpha gathered his self again. His eyes were wandering, searching for something that would help him.

Then he found it. He looked back at the Jedi and again prepared to defend himself. The Jedi reared up and pounced upon Alpha. Surprising the Jedi, Alpha took most of the charge and rolled backwards on the floor. Then Alpha kicked the Jedi in the face and knocked the weapon from his hands. The Jedi bowled over, weapon less. He dived at Alpha, now on his feet and ready. As the angered warrior straightened Alpha angled a dropkick straight in his ribs. The dark warrior, now bloody-nosed, rocketed to the floor. Alpha, seizing his chance ran for the wall. The clones about Jango burst in amazement.
‘Jango, what’s he doing!’ Cried a bewildered Delta clone.
‘He’s adapting.’ Jango muttered with a feeling of admiration and respect for his clone.
The form of Alpha hung against the wall, his muscles trying to yank one of the metal bars from the wall. He struggled with all his might; the dark warrior was getting up and reclaiming his weapon. He was getting closer. Closer now.
Alpha gasped a sigh of relief, holding a long solid bar in his hands.
He felt the Jedi closing, running now and wanting blood.
‘What’s he doing!’ Beta clone yelled in frustration.
‘The walls are made from cortosis, the only lightsaber resistant metal!’ Jango said with pleasure; finally, his clones were learning.

The dark Jedi drove his lightsaber toward Alpha’s bare back and was amazed to see the clone staring into his eyes with a look of grim satisfaction. His lightsaber was stopped in its tracks by the firm grasp the clone held on his weapon.
The Jedi screamed in anger and attempted a second blow to Alpha. Before the Jedi could bring the blade to bare on Alpha, the clone had smashed the bar into his face. His vision went blurry and the last thing he saw was the clone wielding the cortosis bar for one final strike.

The form of the warrior lay at Alpha’s feet. Jango and the clones strolled into the Arena. A few of the clones went close to the warrior to regard him closer.
‘Well done Alpha, you adapted. I was beginning to have my doubts.’ Jango growled. He looked at the corpse of Darth Maul.
‘Right, Beta. You’re up next!’