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Sifo-Dyas stood for a second as his leaping around deposited him on the floor once more, before launching himself forward, trying to close the distance between him and where he sensed his attacker was. "Whatever the Sith have paid you, it's not enough!" he shouted as he closed the distance, batting aside blaster bolts and slicing at his attacker, who ducked underneath the attack in a display of speed that Sifo-Dyas had not seen before in anyone but another Jedi. A leg lashed out, catching his own in the upper thigh, making him stumble, but he was still able to deflect and slice a vibro-knife coming towards his chest in two.
He stumbled once more, gasping in pain as a hand clamped onto his forearm before he could twist his lightsaber around once more. Lashing out with a telekinetic Force blast Sifo-Dyas hurled his attacker way, allowing him to switch his lightsaber to his other hand with which he deflected a few more plasma bolts though one of them still caught him in the side of his ankle. The human Jedi Master gasped once more, but refused to give in, using the Force to deaden the pain of his injuries as he lunged forward once more.
Just then the lights came back on as bright as ever, and despite his Force Precognition telling him it was coming, Sifo-Dyas could not stop his eyes from closing in an automatic reaction that all of his Jedi training could not overcome. He still had the Force, though, and relied on it for the next few seconds as his vision slowly cleared, but his attacker pressed him hard, blaster bolts coming out fast and furious for a few seconds from multiple sides.
Another blast of Force telekinesis hurled the attacker away to slam bodily into the wall, and Sifo-Dyas held him there, glaring at the Mandalorian warrior he had been fighting even as his Jedi training kept him calm and controlled. "You… I see… Jango Fett, why are you here? There is no bounty on my head,"
"You're a Jedi," said the flat voice from the helmet. "That's enough for me."
With a twitch of one of his wrists the Mandalorian fired off a few rockets, which smashed into the wall to one side, sending debris everywhere and forcing Sifo-Dyas to jump away, which in turn forced him to release his Force hold on the man. Jango fell to the ground, then rolled forward, lashing out with what looked like a very thin string.
His Force senses tingling, Sifo-Dyas tried to swipe at the string with his lightsaber, but Jango quickly flipped it around the lightsaber's arc, whipping it around Sifo-Dyas's forearm. He then twisted, and the mono-wire sliced cleanly through bone and tissue, sending blood everywhere.
Sifo-Dyas screamed, falling back, trying to rally his senses through the pain with the Force, but he couldn't. The last thing he saw was Jango standing in front of him, reaching out with his hands. A second later Jango crushed Sifo-Dyas throat with his crush gaunts.
Dropping the dead body on the bloody floor, Jango activated his comm. "It's done," he said flatly. "How do you want me to dispose of the body?"
"Leave it for now," said the voice of his employer on the other side. "I have droids nearby to take care of that. It's best that you remove yourself from the premises as quickly as possible. The paper trail showing him leaving the planet will be done soon. After that you can start contacting your training company and bring them in."
"I still say it was premature of you to call them in. I know I explained to them all why secrecy was important, but they'll still be twiddling their thumbs here for a time."
"No they won't. I'll have them working on combat doctrine and planning out the training. Even Mandalorians can't simply hop into that kind of work, after all."
Jango grunted at that. He wasn't much of a leader, so didn't think in those kind of terms. Still, this had been a very lucrative job for him in many ways. He now had a son to look forward to training, one he could train from birth to be a real Mandalorian without anyone else interfering, and he'd been able to kill another Jedi with the certain knowledge that his template would be used to kill still more. A win-win-win for Jango Fett.
A more paranoid individual might have wondered why he had been told about his employer's long term plans at all, given that he actually wasn't supposed to take part in the training of the legions. And if Sidious had been the one to give him his orders in person at this point, Jango might well have been safe.
But he wasn't. Plagueis was, and Plagueis hated loose ends and didn't trust anyone but his own apprentice. Secrecy, above all, had kept the Order of Two alive and growing stronger since the time of Darth Bane. Secrecy and keeping under the radar. He hadn't even trusted his padawan's pet assassin very much, which had proven to be rather prophetic given his poor showing against Windu and the fact his very existence might warn the Jedi there were still Sith around when, thanks to Dooku's failure to fall into line, the Grand Plan had taken a step back. No, there could be nothing to link the clone army to them, not yet.
When the Force Lightning came from the darkness between two boulders near Sifo-Dyas's house, Jango didn't see it coming at all. FZZZARRKKK!
"GAHAHHHH!" Jango screamed, falling to his knees and then to his armored face as the Force Lightning coruscated around his body.
Over his own screams and the Force Lightning a voice intoned, "You have done excellent work for the Sith, Jango Fett. Your genetic children will be the tool to end the Jedi for all time. Take that with you as consolation as you die."
Plagueis kept his Force Lightning going for a few more seconds after he determined the Mandalorian bounty Hunter was dead. It is best to be certain of such things, after all. Then he gestured forward, and a few black painted droids of various types moved forward to do their grisly work.
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