Just Another Clone Trooper

Pilot

In the cloning chambers of Kamino the air thick with the sterile scent of chemicals and the constant hum of machines. Rows upon rows of tanks housed growing embryos, millions of them, identical and perfect in their design. Every individual held the potential to become a soldier of the Grand Army of the Republic. Each one bred to fight, follow orders, and, ultimately, die for the Republic.

CT-4731 was just another embryo in one of those tanks, floating in a mixture of amniotic fluid and nutrients, a microscopic life-form engineered from the genetic material of Jango Fett. Ct-4731 was supposed to be like the others destined to grow into a perfect replica of his genetic template if not for the impulse of one man.

Karrin stood in the chamber visor reflecting the blue glowing light from the tubes he was one of the bounty hunters contracted to train these so-called "Clones." but above that, he was a Mandalorian. Karrin thought back to the days when his people were something to be feared, the glory of their warriors, the pride in their heritage, centuries of history tarnished because of one woman, Duchess Satine Kryze. He has seen Mandalore go from a stronghold to a sanctuary for the weak. He clenched his jaw in anger as he started to look for a clone, he was a part of a splinter faction in Mandalore called Death Watch who defied the peace-loving Dutchess in every way. He was eager to return to Concordia to help with the fight for a return to their ways but money doesn't grow on trees and the Republic pays well. Karrin decided to stop staring and finally get on with what he was here to do an experiment of some sort, he wanted to see how much these clones DNA could be altered. He pulled up CT-4731's tank and opened up the command console for this section of tubes the one he picked was random, a roll of the dice. Karrin scrolled through the console and found what he was looking for he knew the Kaminoans couldn't control themselves their curiosity and need for perfection outweighed their restraint. Karrin looked at the genetic modifications possible for a clone genius-level intelligence, faster perception, enhanced reflexes, tracking abilities, strength, and much more. Karrin tapped each one turning their settings up to the max except the height, weight, and looks, a warning popped up but Karrin chose to ignore it he scrolled through each body part's enhancements nothing out of the ordinary until he found a weird implant in the back of this clones head, some type of chip he opted to remove it since there wasn't a reason listed for it being there. But when he did a red warning flashed stating 'PRIME MINISTER ONLY' he ignored it again he never liked these longnecks much anyway. Syringes, scalpels, and other medical tools came out of the walls of the tiny tube and started to work on the clone in there.

Karrin watched until the machine was done the clone's vitals were stable and his experiment was a success. You can bend these clone's DNA to create super soldiers, maybe even Jedi or Sith if you have the DNA but that wasn't accessible to Karrin. He was on a time limit so he left the room he wasn't worried about the clone growing up the Kaminoans wouldn't tolerate his superiority and look at him like he was a defect and dispose of him after the first combat sims. This was valuable information to Death Watch as they could create an army of superior soldiers with undying loyalty to the cause. Karrin would later die in an assassination attempt on the Duchess a month later.

10 years later.

CT-4731 emerged from the cloning tube, the harsh fluorescent lights of the facility greeted him, flickering against the sterile white walls. The initial disorientation was overwhelming; the cold, metal floor beneath him and the hum of machinery were all new sensations.

The clone's first breaths of air felt strange and foreign, filled with a mixture of antiseptic and the faint, mechanical odor of the facility.

The Kaminoans observed the emerging clones with clinical detachment. Their expressions remained inscrutable as they went about their tasks, preparing the next phase of the clones' transition. Their efficiency was palpable, a well-oiled machine of creation and indoctrination. As CT-4731 took his first steps, the gravity of his new existence began to settle. His body, though physically capable, was still adapting to the sensation of movement, the synchronization of muscle and bone. Nearby, his fellow clones were going through the same process. Their faces, marked by a mixture of confusion and curiosity, reflected the shared experience of awakening. Each clone was a product of the same meticulous process.