Marauder: A Star Wars Story
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  • Parts 4
  • Time 19m
Ongoing, First published Feb 07, 2023
Mature
3 new parts
CT-33-1507, or Thrax was a founding member of Grand Army of the Republic's Elite Rancor Company, a Premier Assault Company that was the bridge between Advanced Recon Clones and standard Clones. This is his story.

Thrax was born and raised to be a soldier. It was what he was bred for back on Kamino and what his instructors had drilled into his head. It's what made him the Clone that he always was.





(Completely being re-written because I messed up the timeline of the Clone Wars)
(Note: This series does not follow Canon Star Wars, but an Alternate Timeline of my own creation, will push out alterations to Start Wars Timeline)
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