A Clone's Purpose

A Clone's Purpose

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New to the world and fresh for a fight, the new clone Drift wakes up in the quarantine ward in the cloning facility of the distant planet Kamino. However, something is off about him, he doesn't look like other clones; and even worse the Jedi Council senses something ancient and dark awakening within this new member to the army of the Galactic Republic. (This story will contain swearing and possibly smut in the future) (Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars. I only own the story and the characters I create)
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You were ten years old when you tried to kill Count Dooku. He laughed, called you talented, and took you in. Now you're thirteen, sarcastic, Force-sensitive, and catastrophically under-supervised-more of a chaos grenade than an apprentice. Trained in the ways of the dark side but lacking discipline, you're sent into the heart of the Clone Wars to prove your worth: spy, sabotage, manipulate. Your newest assignment? Infiltrate the Republic, starting with a clone sergeant named Slick. But what begins as a mission turns complicated when you meet the soldiers bred to be obedient-and discover they're far more human than anyone ever told you. The clones are supposed to be your enemies. Targets. Tools. But they start asking questions. They hesitate to hurt you. And some of them-especially the ones named Rex and Cody-begin treating you like you're not a weapon... but a kid. A reckless, dangerous, way-too-smart-for-your-own-good kid who maybe just needs a second chance. You weren't built for family. You were raised for war. But war does strange things. And somewhere between saber fights and sabotage, you might just accidentally get adopted.

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