I was born in a birthing tank in a lab on a storm wracked planet that doesn't show on star charts. From the moment my pod was decanted, my brothers and I were trained to be the best that we could be. Our training was hard and brothers often fell to live fire after we graduated from simulated rounds. I still carry scars on my body from when a KE-8 Enforcer droid caught me not concealed correctly and punished me. Those days were long and tiring but we came out of training with a sense of family and honor. Our training sergeants taught us things that weren't in manuals. The small things like where to stab a humanoid to keep them from screaming out.
We also learned about our heritage. We were bred from the best genetic stock in the galaxy, Jango Fett. They tweaked our genome though, we weren't pure Fett. They made us bigger, stronger, and more aggressive. They also bred into us darker things. Our loyalty to the Republic was thanks to the tampering and looking back now we were brainwashed. The civilians called us "wet droids" - we called ourselves commandos.
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Tales Of Talon
FanfictionFollow the life of a Republic Commando who becomes an ARC trooper and then eventually sees through the Republic's lies. He eventually meets some like minded clones and their training sergeant who are searching for a cure for their shortened life spa...
