Frost is just like any clone. Same face, same voice, same armor. Nothing special about him. You the reader will get to walk a mile in his shoes as you fight countless battles for the Republic.
I get taken back to my cell and forced to wait until my next match against some other gladiator. Of course it's to the death.
Y/N: I should get this off.
I take off my armor and start to inspect all the hell I've put it through. It's still coated in Rancor blood.
Y/N: Ew.
I grab a rag and start cleaning off the armor.
Y/N: Might as well take care of this thing.
Once I finish up I put the armor back on and sit against the wall with nothing but time on my hands. Could I break out? Yeah. But I'd rather not have everyone in this dome hunt me down.
Valk's POV:
I sit on my couch in my quite home. This was supposed to be a relaxing trip for Frost and I and of course he's in another life and death situation.
Valk: If he doesn't come out on top I don't know what I'll do with myself.
Dak's POV (ew):
I wasn't expecting that home-wrecker to survive the Acklay and Rancor. Guess we'll just have to up the ante.
Dak: Tread lightly Frost.
I grab my families weapon off it's mantel. Turning it on a black blade springs out.
Dak: We'll be seeing each other soon.
Y/N's POV:
I wake up to the sound of a guard opening my cell.
Y/N: I'm up.
Guard: Move it. You have your match right now.
I nod my head and step out of my cell and walk towards the gate where I'll be released from.
Y/N: I can do this. I'm so close.
Valk's POV:
I sit in the crowd watching the arena. Luckily if Frost wins this one he's freed from this hell hole.
Valk: No Dak today? Must be my lucky day.
Y/N's POV:
I bounce up and down in front of the gates to warm up. The gate then rises and I jog out. A mixed amount of boos and applause fill the stands.
Y/N: Alright I'm ready.
The gate across from me begins to open. But no one steps out. Instead I duck under a blaster shot.
Y/N: What the hell?!
Out from the dark tunnel steps the gunman.
Dak: Frost.
Y/N: Dak.
The crowd roars in applause and cheers as Dak enters the arena.
Valk's POV:
Valk: Oh shit...come on Frost you got this.
Y/N's POV:
Y/N: So you actually came?
Dak: Unlike you Republic dog, I have a reputation to uphold. And you made a grave mistake challenging me.
Y/N: Ha I've seen droids scarier than you.
I unholster my duel pistols as Dak pulls out an EE-3.
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Dak: Lets not keep the audience waiting. Shall we?
Y/N: Gladly.
I activate the jet pack and strafe to the right and fire a wave of 2 shots. Dak performs a combat roll out of the way and gets one one knee. He takes aim a three blaster shots fly at me. I turn off the jet pack and roll onto the ground to avoid the shots. Dirt flies up around me.
Dak: That all you got?
He goes on the offensive and activates his jet pack going Airborne. I do the same we begin shooting each other while flying. He ends up shooting my pistols out of my hands.
Y/N: Shit!
He takes aim and I move to the side and charge him. We clash midair and start wrestling for his gun. I drive my knee into his gut and he rams his elbow into my throat and uses the stock of his rifle to bash me over the head.
Dak: Is this supposed to be your best?!
My jet pack cuts out. Ran out of fuel. I fall to the ground and land on my back. I narrowly dodge death as I roll away from his blaster fire.
Dak: Because your best isn't good enough!
He strafes over me and fires down at me but I manage to roll away from his barrage. Thinking on my feet I grab a rock from the floor and hurl it at his jetpack. The rock manages to lodge itself into the jetpack and he starts to fall.
Dak: Shit!
The second he's close enough to the ground and I tackle him. I wrap my hands around his throat and proceed to choke the shit out of him.
Dak: Not....yet!
He grabs something from his waist and activates what I presume is a lightsaber except it's pitch black. I let go of his throat and roll away from his swing.
Y/N: Oh what's this? A lightsaber for little old me?
He charges at me and swings downward. I step to the left and activate my wrist mounted flamethrower and burn the shit out of him. He cuts through the fire and the blade rakes across my chest piece.
Y/N: Mother fucker!
He kicks me in the knee and I fall down. He stands above me and raises his blade up.
Dak: And now you die Republic dog!
Valk's POV:
Time seemed to slow down for me. Frost was on the ground with Dak ready to kill him. My body begins to move on its own and I grab something from my waist. Without even thinking I throw it directly at Frost.
Y/N's POV:
I see something sail through the air and I catch it. The smooth hilt allows me to find its trigger. Pressing down on the trigger a blue blade erupts from the opening and I block Dak's strike.
Dak: What?!
The crowd roars in applause. I bring my foot to me chest and kick Dak back before standing up. In my hand is my General's lightsaber. I look back at her and nod.
Dak: You're quite the pest!
He charges at me and I meet him halfway. Our blades collide as we fight for dominance. I side step one of his swings and stab my blade into his stomach.
Dak: Grah!
He kicks me away from himself and charges at me with the blade still in him. He stabs his towards me and I step outside his strike. I manage to grab his own blade from him and stab it into his chest. He falls to his knees still somehow alive. I pull out Valk's lightsaber from his stomach and swing it sideways cutting his head clean off.
