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I'm a sad person not because anything is wrong. but because as a child I saw an alligator gar at the aquarium and experienced a joy so profound it permanently blew out my dopamine receptors and I've been incapable of happiness since
overstimulated and anxious at the zoo until I looked up and saw an angel dancing in a beam of light
the mighty gar...
(my half of an art trade with @jackalspine!)
Our Own Choices
Chapter 1
When I first opened my eyes, everyone around me looked the same. We were all clones of Jango Fett. But for some reason, everyone avoided me. I didn't know why until I looked into the mirror for the first time.
I never looked like the others. I was a girl. The rest were all guys. I always ate alone in the cafeteria, and sometimes I talked to this clone called 99, who was defective, just like me.
I've seen these clones who don't look like the others before, but I never really got the chance to talk to them, I was mostly put with the regular clones.
The regs said that I was a mistake, that I shouldn't have been created, but I didn't really care much. I was gonna be a soldier and serve the Republic, just like them, right?
A few days ago, I saw 99 on cleaning duty, so I went to help him out a bit.
"Y'know what they do to defective clones like us?" 99 asked. I shook my head, I probably didn't wanna know the answer either way.
"They make us do jobs like this, transporting weapons and stuff, cleaning up after the others."
"Mhm. And soon enough they're gonna make me do that as well, aren't they?" I asked.
"Yep."
I could understand why, though. I was also physically weaker than the other clones, which would be a disadvantage on the battlefield.
If the Kaminoans were gonna make me do that kind of shit for the rest of my life, I was gonna have to make my own path.
Jango and Boba Fett were living on Kamino, and I knew for a fact they had a ship. So when a Jedi ship landed on Kamino, I snuck onto Jango's ship and hid there. Wasn't really hard, cause no one seemed to care about (biologically) 14 year-old me anyways.
Soon enough, the ship took off and we landed on Geonosis after a totally calm ride through an asteroid field.
I mostly stayed in the ship during that time, not wanting to get noticed. It was only when the blaster fire died down that I ran to a hangar, stole a random ship and flew off to a place in the outer rim, where hopefully no one could find me.
I mainly survived on cantina leftovers, and found a knife on the floor which I always kept with me in case I needed to defend myself.
That definitely came in handy when the Separatists took over the planet where I was. I hid in the alleys when battle droids patrolled the streets, and whenever they came into my territory, let's just say they didn't come back out.
I remembered when the clones came to clear this planet of the Separatists, I remembered the blaster fire, and I was covering my ears hiding in an alley, curled up into a ball when battle droids came in.
Instinctively, I reached for my knife and sliced the head off of one battle droid, and the others pointed their blasters at me, about to fire.
I managed to stab another in the head before one of them shot me in the shoulder. It felt like that area where I got shot was being burned, and I winced, holding my shoulder and backing up against a wall, the battle droids still pointing their blasters at me.
Suddenly, the battle droids were shot from behind, and I saw a clone in white and blue armour standing there, pistols raised.
"You alright kid?" he asked.
I nodded, still holding my shoulder.
The clone examined me for a moment. I could feel my heart pounding in my head.
Please don't recognize me as a clone, please don't recognize me as a clone-
"Are you a clone?"
Ah shit.
There was something different about this clone though. I felt like I could trust him, I didn't think he would turn me in to the Kaminoans.
I nodded silently.
"You're a...female clone?" he asked.
I nodded again.
"Cmon. We should get you patched up. That wound on your shoulder looks nasty."
The clone held out his hand, and I hesitantly took it, following him to a republic ship.
"Now just stay here, the medic will come in a while, I'll come back in a while."
I watched as the clone ran off to the battlefield, rubbing my shoulder.
When the medic came, I asked him,"Who's that clone in the white and blue armour?"
"That's Captain Rex," the medic said as he bandaged up my shoulder. "He's a good soldier. Why'd he bring you here?"
"Just lucky, I guess," I replied.
The medic chuckled a bit under his helmet. "Name's Kix, what's yours?"
My voice was quiet. "I...don't have one. Back on Kamino, I was just assigned a number."
"You're a clone?" Kix asked.
"Mhm, female clone, I was never meant to exist but, here I am. And I swear if you bring me back to Kamino I'm gonna make sure you're gonna have an injury that you can't fix." I said, motioning to the knife on my belt.
Kix laughed. "I won't turn you in, we're not snitches."
"Good for you."
A few hours later, Rex and the others returned. The other clones all gave me this "who tf is this dude" look, and Rex motioned for me to follow him, which I did. He led me to a room and sat me down on a bed, and took off his helmet.
"How're you feeling kid?" he asked.
I just nodded as a response.
"Clones your age should be on Kamino, not out here."
"Don't bring me back, I don't wanna be on cleaning duty for the rest of my life," I said quietly.
"Why would they make you do that? You're a clone, just like all of us are. We were bred to be soldiers."
"I'm physically weaker than the others, you could say I'm a defective clone."
"That doesn't make you any less valuable than us." Rex put a hand on my good shoulder.
I shrugged my shoulders. "The Kaminoans gave me basic military training but not much else, I'm quite alright with a knife but I don't mind using a sniper either."
"I could train you myself..."
I immediately jumped up from the bed. "HELL YEA LES GOOOOOO"
"But it's not gonna be easy, and you can't just back out halfway through."
I sat back down on the bed, nodding.
Rex smiled. "Do you have a name?"
I shook my head. "I was only assigned a number on Kamino."
"Well, there was this jedi general who was really good at her melee skills, used swords and everything when she was transported to another realm and found her way back here. Her name's Aris, leader of the 504th Legion and general Skywalker's sister. So let's just call you Aris for now, how does that sound?"
"That sounds like a cool name," I replied, nodding.
"Okay then, Aris. Welcome to the Grand Army of The Republic."
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