The deeper mountains were known for it’s higher peaks, its tough winds and near freezing temperatures when the hour was just right. For Andro he needed these conditions, the hours trekking up the mountains to deadly peaks, all for a theory he felt he needed to prove right not just for him but maybe for the people he called his allies so that instead of being dead weight he could actually be useful even if it’s just teaching this to others, he knew some ways of how the force worked and as he moved closer and closer to the summit he felt the chill with every breath and that red poncho flailing in the wind. His thoughts on his rather constant failures, the screw ups, the near death moments but then the positive memories started to flood his mind, it warmed his heart but in the end did nothing for him.
“You really are an idiot aren’t you? To think I share a mind with you…” a voice called out to him, turning around he saw himself, no scars, tidy hair and wearing a full set of heavy Mandalorian armor. This Andro didn’t seem too friendly, and despite the fact this imitation didn’t seem to like him he followed the man up the mountain. The spacious area so high up made it harder to breathe but…not enough for the mind to start playing tricks on it self. As Andro stood there staring at the entrance to a small cave he turned and finally addressed the imitation letting out a groan before hand as he usually did “What does Fake want? How is even he-” the fake suddenly shouted out at him seeming furious at how Andro spoke.
“SPEAK LIKE A REGULAR PERSON!” the fake walked right upto him, Andro thinking this just some sort of mirage expected the fist approaching his midsection to go right through him and for it to end but… the audible impact of this Mandalorian Andro caused him to lose breath and fly back about half a meter right into the snow. He coughed and started to push himself up for the other him to walk upto him and grab him by the poncho and angrily speak to him “How useless are you that you can’t recognize yourself, I’m not here to guide you, to encourage you, I’m here to take back what is mine!” he pushed Andro back and the imitation walked away a few steps and turned to him “Do you even remember her? That day you lost her, the day WE lost her”. It was all too easy to figure out it was Felicity he was asking about, Andro nodded showing he knew exactly what the copy went. This other half of him just chuckled maliciously as he seemed amused by this “You have no words for it do you? Is that because you’re too ashamed of your failure or that you simply don’t care?”
As the copy just seemed to stare at him he just suddenly charged Andro again, ducking at the last minute trying to tackle the man to the ground. Andro braced himself and kept himself up and started returning blows this time. The armor wasn’t for show but he knew where to punch to at least get some solid hits in. Before he could be dragged to the ground Andro slammed his knee into the fakes chest and pushed him away. “Could never forget about her, could never forget those years together…and that pain of losing her, would do anything to have her back, but if did that cost would probably be too high!”. The copy had backed off a bit but there was something in his hand, a saber, the copy ignited it.
“Don’t talk to me about the cost, what you’re trying to do is impossible, you want to make your self into a rock? That’s idiocy…but won’t be much of an idea for too long…because I’m in charge now”. The copy charged and swung for Andro’s legs but was easily blocked and pushed back as Andro ignited his other saber. The two locked eyes and as they did so the imitation started to grow more pale, the irises turning yellow “I will bring her back, even if I have to destroy planets, galaxies, nothing is more precious than her”. Andro’s boot pushed the imitation back and he stood there seeing the mans anger, he knew it, he felt it for the longest time.
Andro turned his saber off and tucked it away, taking a martial arts stance, evenly spreading his legs and bending his knees, letting the force flow through him, in and out like his own breaths, the stance he took was one of endurance, stillness, the rock that refuses to move. He closed his eyes, the fake running at him and as the imitation grew only a few steps away Andro opened his eyes raising his arm to guard against the slanted slash going from Andro’s left to right, the saber ran along his arm not cutting through him but instead shredding the usual armor form his arm and making one long minor burn along the top of his right arm before pushing the copy off balance and lunging forward and slamming his left fist into the armored mans face causing him to stumble further, another punch followed to the copies gut then a one two combo his shoulders causing the saber to drop from the imitations hand.
Andro grabbed his copies head with both hands and refused to move, applying pressure to the skull meaning the copy had to hold Andros arms to try and prevent his skull from being crushed. Andro stared at this pale, yellow eyed copy and spoke calmly “Am the rock that never moves, is determined to be still…but when finally does move, strikes hard like iron…because wills it to be so” Andro jumped still holding the imitations head and using his momentum to slam his knee into the copy’s forehead and dropping to the ground the copy was dazed and continued to stumble back reaching the edge and started to fall back from the cliff, realizing his doom was imminent the copy shouted out, Andro walking to the edge as the copy seemed to fade from existence as it fell down the snowy peaks. He grabbed the saber the imitation had stolen and looked to the cave, something was watching him…the piercing gaze of something caught is attention only for him to rush at it and find himself in a dark cave, alone, the saber revealing the cave as rather small but somewhat warm…nothing caught his interest, he realized that nothing was watching him…or maybe whatever was watching him didn’t want to be seen up close.
Exiting the cave he approached the path back down and as he made his way back down he heard something approach from behind, he turned to only to be struck across the face and sent tumbling down the mountain. His way down was rough and as he collided with pebble and tree branch alike, a few bruises and scratches here but as he finally hit a flat bit of land the real injury was made as his burned arm hit a rock and dislocated his shoulder he let out a loud cry and pulled himself up and made his way home, his success was very minor but it was success none the less.