Our Shattered Lives
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  • Reads 83
  • Votes 10
  • Parts 5
  • Time 47m
Ongoing, First published Dec 31, 2015
What would happen if your past, present, and future were ripped away from you in an instant? Terra and Jaden, padawans who survived Order 66, journey to uncover truths of their past while hiding from the Empire's deadly clutches. As they rebuild their lives, they find a bigger secret than they bargained for; a deadly secret that could lead to mass destruction. Will they be able to survive?



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Clones

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Clone Order 66 was the time when all Jedi died. All the Knights, padawans, and children of the force, dead. All but one, me. The clones killed them all. Every clone turned. All except three, Gregor, Rex, and Wolffe. My best friend was among the ones who turned. His name was Jack. After he shot down my master, I fled. I left with the three clones still on my side. I never wanted to see Jack again. I'm an untrained Jedi, without a master, running from the Sith that want me dead. How did this happen? My parents disappeared and my sister died in an explosion caused by the republic forces, almost 10 years ago! I thought I'd never see any of them again, I was wrong. During an un-planned rescue, I learned of a message from an old Jedi master. I regret my instant reaction to the instructions I was given. I've been told poems that don't make any sense by ghosts. Don't call me insane, I know I am. One of them drills into me and I can't get it out. The ghost had told me, they loved droids so much, they became one. I don't know who they are? Me? Let's hope not. I then heard a strange, mechanical sounding, yet familiar voice from the bushes around me. "It's not." She answered. "It's me."