The Duty

This can't be happening!

No, I don't want it. I am going to stop. Now!

I-I can't.

This is just too powerful.

"Find the Jedi Ahsoka Tano and the traitor CT-7567. Shoot them at sight if you need to. I want them dead!"

"Yes, sir!"

No! I don't want them dead!

What is happening to me??

Fives... Fives said it. The chip, it's the chip inside all of us!

Stars, what have we done?!

Jesse moves through the ship's corridors with an elite squadron of the 332nd.

The orange markings on their helmets now made them seem like insane dangerous demons.

It was all a big sick joke.

"Sir, we have a problem. The engine of the ship is failing to respond. We are crashing, sucked by the gravitational camp of the moon in front of us." Says the commlink attached to his forearm.

"Deploy the escape pods."

"But sir..."

"Do you want the traitors to leave?! Nobody's gonna leave! If we have to die, then let it be. It's our duty." Rages Jesse.

"I want every single soldier down to the hangar. They'll probably try to reach the shuttle!"

NO! No... I don't want to die. Not like this!

But after all... clones are expendable. We were made for this.

This was the big master plan. An army of traitors.

Men programmed to kill those who needed them the most.

My brothers... reduced to mindless droids with flesh and blood.

What a cruel destiny. If only I could do something.

CAN YOU HEAR ME? JESSE STOP!

The doors of the hangar open with a sinister alarm. The ocean of soldiers painted in white, blue and orange storm out of it, disposing in squares, blasters ready. Jesse walks out fiercely.

Enough. Please.

"There they are! Look!"

"I see them!"

"Hold your position men. If they try to leave, they'll have to go through us." Shouts Jesse, walking up and down impatiently.

What do I have to do? Surrender to it? Let it be?

Kill Rex, the companion of a short but intense lifetime, and Ahsoka, the most caring and lovable General I had?

I have become a machine, like my brothers.

I am suffering and no one can hear me.

My soul, my emotion, my willpower. Erased.

Reduced to this, a conversation with the void, like I was alone in the Galaxy.

If I am alone, if I can do nothing but suffer, then yes, my last wish before I hurt anybody, is to die with my brothers beside me.

Please, let it end.

"Hold your fire! I said hold your fire Jesse. I have the situation under control."Rex, blaster aimed at Ahsoka's head, walks up to him.