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CT-8686 Fanfic Chapter 1

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I woke up the same way I always did, alone and with a myriad of notifications on my data pad requesting my attention before the day had even begun. Sighing, I swung my legs over my bed and groaned as I wiped my eyes with my hands. 

The war with the Separatists had been raging for the past six months, and I've yet to see any action. I spent nearly the entirety of my short life practicing my marksmanship, close-quarters combat, and simulated missions with my brothers, and none of it amounted to anything.

Well, that wasn't entirely true. According to the whims of my superiors, the best way to put all of my skills to use was to be a middle-managing security officer at the Kamino cloning facility. I understood the importance of protecting a place like this; not only was it my home, but should anything happen to it, thousands of my brothers would die before they even left their tubes.

It's just...my brothers are fighting and dying, and I'm here just checking on water leaks, handling disputes between the other clones, and doing the same routinized security checks over and over again. I could be doing so much more, at least, I like to think I could help make a difference in the war. Call me idealistic or whatever you want, but seeing nothing but white walls and a never ending downpour of rain will make anybody start to lose their marbles.

"Well, the day will go on without me if I just sit here," I said in a meager attempt to motivate myself.

It didn't work, but I had things to do, as dull as they might be.

I quickly cleaned up for the day before donning my black body glove and putting on my white and grey armor, indicating my security officer status. I typically went without my helmet, as did most of the brothers when inside the facility. While the regulations of the Galactic Army of the Republic were strict, many of us here on the facility were given a bit of leeway. I mean, where else but home, right?

I clipped my stun baton to my waist and holstered my DC-15 side arm blaster and with one final breath, stepped out into the hall bustling with dozen's of my brothers headed to breakfast or early morning training.

"Hey! Good morning, 86, looking as handsome as always." I groaned internally at the veiled insult. While all of us clones were born from the same DNA from Jango Fett, making us all the same person in appearance. I, on the other hand, was born with horns similar to those that a Zabrak would have. Meaning, I not only stood out amongst my brothers, but my helmet as well had to be altered to fit my head, making me feel ridiculous at times when I was required to wear it.

I've heard rumors about clones with abnormalities being nyxed by the Kaminoans, but for some reason or another, I was spared. 

"Hello, CT-2135." I returned his greeting and made it a point to ignore his teasing.

"Aw, don't be like that, and I told you my name is Looper." He said with a shove to my arm. 

"Right, because you always come around to annoy me each morning, got it." I chuckled, and he frowned.

"No, because I always make sure to be thorough on my missions, checking everything twice. As a matter of fact, I was just promoted to Sergeant for my efforts." He said, his voice dripping with pride. "At this point, I outrank you." 

"Hate to rain on your parade, Looper, but regulations state that I supersede your authority in all matters of security, nice try. You won't be giving me any orders anytime soon." He grunted at that but said that while that was true, I'd still have to obey orders in non-security matters.

Asshole.

We parted ways when we got to the mess hall, and I grabbed a nutrient bar and some Bantha milk to wash it down. I had a schedule to keep and it only allowed for short meals throughout the day, so a flavorless bar packed with vitamins was my go to in the morning.

After scarfing it down, I patrolled the East Wing of the Facility while checking out the requests that came in that morning. And just as always, each of the requests amounted to little more than problems like faulty locks or lost access cards. I submitted a few maintenance requests and called for new access cards to those who requested it after doing a sweep of the area, which took up a few hours. Being meticulous was the name of the game.

I called it busy work.

As I was walking down the long corridor that connected the East and West Wings of the facility, I looked down at the massive cloning machines, all the blueish-green tubes that contained new clones still growing. The cloning process never ceased to amaze me. Hundreds of thousands of us, with millions more on the way, were created for the sole purpose of winning a war. And to think we all came from the DNA of one Mandalorian bounty hunter.

As I was fiddling with my data pad to see what requests and extra security checks needed to be conducted in the West Wing, I was stopped by a reddish hand that grabbed my own.

"Ah, General Shaak Ti. I was uninformed of your arrival, please excuse this oversight of mine." Shaak Ti was the main Jedi that I had become acquainted with, and she would often talk to me about her missions whenever she came to check on the cloning facility. The other Jedi, such as Obi-Wan Kenobi and Mace Windu, were nice enough. But she seemed to take an actual interest in my work, as dull as it was. It got to the point that even my brothers teased me for being an ass-kisser or some nonsense like that.  

Truth be told, I didn't care. Seeing her always served to lift my spirits. 

"Don't worry, 86, I was not meant to be here today, as I'm currently on leave after my last mission." 

"And you decided to spend your free time on this waterlogged planet?" I asked with raised eyebrows, as there were plenty of other planets to take a vacation on, ten times better than this one.

"I didn't come here for the scenery, that much is obvious." She took a few steps ahead of me before stopping me in my tracks. "I came to see you." She flashed a smile, and I found my gaze drawn to her plump, white lips.

"Well, while I appreciate it, General. I'm afraid I'm currently on my rounds and don't have the time to hang out right now." She shook her head.

"Nonsense, I've already taken the liberty of granting you leave as well so that you may accompany me." Puzzled, I asked why she would do that. It wasn't that she couldn't do this; she was in charge of all of us security officers here on Kamino after all. It's just, why would she go that far to speak with me uninterrupted?

"Is this an order, General?" I asked hesitantly, unsure of what to make of the situation. She put her hands on her hips and gave me a wry smile.

"Do I have to make it one?"

"No, I'd be happy to accompany you and hear about your latest mission. How long will you be staying with us, a few days?"

"One week, the entire duration of my, well, our leave." She said happily. "After which, I will be stationed here on a more permanent basis to oversee the combat training for new batches of clones and fully embrace my role as the commander of the clone forces here. In other words, we'll be seeing much more of each other, 86." She smiled brightly.

"That's wonderful, but don't mind me, I know you have a big job to do and I'll try not to take up too much of your time when that comes." Her smile faltered for a moment before it perked back up just as fast.

"Yes, of course. Thank you for your consideration. Now then, will you be so kind as to have lunch with me in my quarters?" 

"I'd be honored, General." I turned off my data pad and gestured for her to lead the way. As we made our way through the endless maze that was the white and black hallways that the Kaminoans seemed to love so much, various troopers said their 'hello's' and saluted. Despite her limited appearances up until this point, as a Jedi, she was well-liked by all of us clones for her kindness and less cold way of speaking to us.

And seeing as she would now be here on Kamino full-time, it would no doubt boost morale when my brothers learned about it. 

Finally, after a walk longer than I had anticipated, we had made our way to the administrative wing of the facility where the Kaminoans, Jedi, and high-ranked clones congregated or stayed during extended visits. Shaak Ti's quarters were down an isolated hallway with nothing but a storage closet being the only other room in the hall.

She punched in a code and stepped into the room, with me falling in step behind her. 

It was incredibly spacious, and to my surprise, unlike the walls outside, the walls were painted a dark blue. The room itself was adorned with pottery, plants, and various crystals that sat upon shelves and desks of various sizes. A large, white couch sat in the center of the room opposite a colossal monitor that hung from the ceiling. To complete the room was a decently sized kitchen, fridge, and a bathroom next to it. The final room, I assumed, was her bedroom, but that door was closed.

"The perks of being a Jedi and a General." I mused out loud. "Certainly puts my room to shame. If I ever start being able to move things with my mind, will I get perks like this?" I joked as I moved past her to admire some of the pottery on a nearby shelf. "So, what is on the menu for-" I turned, and before I could react, Shaak Ti had wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a deep, sloppy, and desperate kiss. She pulled away after a moment and looked down at me with dark-blue eyes in a haze.

"You."

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(Not) The Chosen One Chapter 1

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I sprinted up the side of the mountain just as the sun had begun setting. If I didn't hurry, I'd miss the show for sure. It was the yearly festival for my village to celebrate another successful harvest. It was something that I was grateful for, as it was one of the few times during the year that something exciting happened on this backwater planet. 

Of all the places to be isekai'd into the Star Wars universe, it had to be a planet on the utmost edges of the galaxy.

A god, or THE God, allowed me to pick where I would be reincarnated when I died as thanks for making him laugh at how I died.

Slipped on a banana peel and tumbled overboard from a cruise ship and was immediately chomped down on by some sharks. According to the big man in the sky, I had only a 0.0000000001% chance of dying that way. And so, he got a kick out of that. As pissed off as I was at having my apparent creator make fun of me, I knew better than to anger someone who could snap me out of existence. So, I asked to go to the one universe I thought might be the most fun, the Star Wars universe. 

I shouldn't have been shocked that a variant of it existed, turns out a multiverse did exist and I was one of the lucky few that got to pick a destination of my choosing. 

After making it to the peak of the mountain in about half an hour, I sat down on a large, wide, and naturally polished rock that overlooked the entire valley that cradled my village, just as the first round of fireworks started. I grabbed a bottle of purple milk, Yactha, as my people called it, and chugged about half of it. It was sweet, not in an overbearing way, just a hint of sweetness that made it refreshing no matter the time of day. 

Smiling somberly to myself, I sealed the bottle and continued to watch the fireworks shoot into the sky and burst into dozens of colors. Even from this distance, I could hear the music blaring and the singing of the villagers as they partied. I had decided not to celebrate with my fellow villagers this year. Don't get me wrong, they are good people and I love them dearly.

It's just the fact that they are all so old. I was the first child born in the village in the past 2oo years. The Torkekian's, my people, are long-lived and for whatever reason they are one of, if not the least, sexually inclined people ever. Not only that, but based on my visits to other villages, I am certainly the only 20-year-old around. Probably the only person around my age for hundreds of miles around. And sadly, to everyone around me, I'm considered a child.

It wasn't all bad, I suppose. I had access to the Holonet, could watch space TV, and had a communication device that was nothing more than a smartphone, but could project the screen into the air. So, while I could talk to people online and had some forms of entertainment, I had no one on this planet I could interact with who was on 'my level', so to speak. Especially since everyone finds it cute that I'm trying to 'act' like an adult. 

Of course, one might ask why I didn't just leave. Well, here's the kicker.

My planet has not developed space travel yet. Hell, even if my people wanted to buy a ship, it wouldn't matter. None of us knew how to pilot one and we sure as shit didn't have the credits to pay for one. Not like it would matter if we did have the credits, these people had no desire to leave this place. 

And it drove me insane. 

Merchants would come every now and again, so space travel wasn't anything new to us; they just did not care for it. Regardless, the merchants were always welcomed as they brought us updated technology (at least we thought they did) and even agricultural supplies if we needed them. I've been scolded on more than one occasion for asking merchants how much it would be for them to take me with them.

Worth a shot.

Despite all of this, there was one more thing that made living on a farm world at the edge of the galaxy bearable. 

I could use the Force.

Actually, I only knew how to reinforce my body with the Force. Enhanced strength, speed, durability, and reflexes, if it were a physical trait, I could boost it. I've tried meditating and trying to lift objects but no matter what I did, I could never truly experience the Force and use it outside of my body.

I'll say this, though: fighting a Gorr'ak, think bear, but twice as large as the ones on Earth and with tusks, with my bare hands was thrilling as hell. Funny thing, however, my people didn't care that I was hunting and fighting these beasts. The idea of me being a child was more of a cultural thing than it was biological. All Torkekians were expected to hunt and farm, and with me being able to use the Force, they were happy with me doing it. Therefore, despite being seen as a child in some aspects, my physical prowess had always been recognized. 

I mean, who wouldn't respect the guy who could lift boulders and run a mile in a minute? All in all, using the Force, albeit in a limited fashion, was an incredible feeling.

As I watched the sun finally dip below the horizon, and the festival go into full swing, I heard a low rumbling sound. Standing up, I looked around as best I could in the dark to find the source of the noise, only for a small ship to shoot past overhead and make its way over to my village.

Anxious and worried that they were pirates or something worse, I raced down the mountain, praying that I could get to my village in time to protect them should these visitors have ill intentions. Not sure what I could do against blaster fire, but I'd fight like hell to protect my family despite that.

By the time I reached my village, the music and loud cheering had died down, replaced by excited whispers and confused questions.

As I approached from a distance, careful to stay out of the sight of whoever the village had surrounded at this point, I tried to spot who they might be. After a few minutes of making my way through the outskirts of the crowd, I finally saw who the visitors to my barren planet were.

Qui-Gon Jinn and a young Obi-wan Kenobi.