The Shadow
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"She's one clone, she can't be that much trouble." The recruit said harshly, and Crosshair pinned him with a stern look. "I trained her. Wherever you are, you are not safe. You stay behind cover, and you might just survive." --- CT-9900, the first enhanced clone. One of the first clones ever made from Jango Fett's DNA. Zero, or Z, has been fighting alongside her brothers for years. Being known as the 'Shadow' of the Republic, and one of the most reliable sources for mission completions. Whether it be a standard mission or ones that are hidden from the public, Z has done it all. But Clone Force 99 has been her home, the place where she belonged the most. Until they found themselves being ripped apart. The one thing Z could rely on vanished, leaving her wondering; what's left for her and her squad? And what does the Empire have over her brothers, both in her squad and beyond? I DO NOT OWN THE BAD BATCH, ONLY ZERO AND OTHER ORIGINAL CHARACTERS
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