The Triplets (short story)

Nran opened his eyes, feeling overly groggy. "What is going on? What is that light in my face? Why cant I move?" he thought to himself. "Relax, it will all be over soon." he heard a voice say to him. Nran passes out.

This time, Nran wakes up quite aware of his surroundings. He can see a lab with two bacta tanks, an operating table. "Welcome back, do you remember how you ended up here?" asked the crazy eyed human as he moves into view. "I have no idea, I was in the Rabid Bantha Saloon with my flight team." The human moves over to a table, picks up a syringe, and starts to fill it with a clear liquid. "Well now my friend, as you are the best pilot in Minos Cluster, your boss let me have you for an experiment" the scientist smiles as he moves toward Nran. "WHAT!!! What are you going to do to me?" Nran starts to freak out. "I am trying to reinvent cloning technology, and you will make me rich. Do you know how much money some one will pay for a fighter pilot?" The human reaches toward an IV line and starts to inject Nran with the clear liquid. "I swear if I get out of here, I am going to kill you..." Nran passes out again.

The Duro opens his eyes again, this time he is inside one of the bacta tanks. He can see the human move toward some controls in front of the tank. Suddenly the tank starts to empty, and the cylinder moves down with the fluid. Nran feels his feet touch the floor and seems barely able to support himself. Its like his muscles have never felt weight before. Nran yanks the mouth piece out, pulls out some tubes, and moves toward the scientist. "Come over here my new friends, I will get you some clothes" the human smiles at them.

As the scientist turns around to pick up a couple towels. Nran can see a bone saw next to him on a table. He picks up the saw and buries it in the skull of the scientist. Nran looks to the other figure standing next to him... It is him... So is the other figure strapped to a table across the room. "Well thats just great, lets cut him down and get out of here."

If the scientist would have survived, he would have learned never to make a complete copy. Every memory, includes details up to the last minute.