Murder Kitten
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Once secluded from the galaxy, these young clones knew only the confines of their creators' world. But now, for the first time, they gaze upon the galaxy in its boundless entirety.
Within the enlightening realms of the Jedi Temple, their path of self-discovery unfolds. They step into a world vastly different from their past - a world where tales of the Force, Sith, and Jedi are living, pulsating realities. This is their narrative, a saga of growth, conflict, and the quest for belonging in a galaxy still mending from the scars of war.
Clone Profiles:
- Ace (34): The original clone template (Not Present).
- Maverick (16): The eldest, complex, wrestling with identity and new emotions.
- Shadow (15): A tactical thinker, quiet and contemplative.
- Falcon (14): Energetic, with a natural affinity for piloting and combat.
- Guardian (14): The group's mediator, adept at resolving conflicts.
- Tempest (12): Bold, outspoken, often challenging norms and authority.
- Specter (15): Stealthy and observant, excels in reconnaissance. Tends towards being antisocial.
- Gadget (14): Tech enthusiast, intrigued by mechanics and Jedi technology.
- Oracle (13): Intrigued by the Force, often absorbed in philosophical musings.
- Striker (13): Athletic, competitive, enjoys physical challenges.
- Whisper (13): Sensitive, artistic, drawn to quieter, reflective activities.
- Scout (13): The youngest, keen to learn, admires the older clones.
Alex, entered the Room of a Thousand Fountains in the Jedi Temple, a place where his past and present collided. The serene setting was marked by the gentle sound of flowing water, contrasting sharply with the turmoil in his heart. Four years had passed since he last saw his peers from the Echo Genesis project; a project that had isolated him from them and sculpted him into a weapon under the tutelage of the Pro generator.
In the distance, he spotted the young lings, his erstwhile companions, now under the care of a Jedi creche master. They were engrossed in a meditation lesson. Gazing at their innocent un-knowning faces stirred memories of the path he had diverged from. Hidden in the shadows, Alex watched them, a mix of envy and sorrow stirring within him. They represented a life he could have had if he had gotten out sooner. They looked so... happy.
The sight of a struggling young girl, her frustration with the Force mirroring Alex's own internal battles, evoked a small pang of empathy. He yearned to connect, to share his experiences, but held back, uncertain if they would accept him. He knew his own batch mates did not make it to the end term and he was heralded as the 'favorite'. He knew such attentions must have harbored ill feelings towards him. He was well aware that their creator and keepers played them all against one another. It was just how things were then. But now... things were different.
As the lesson concluded, Alex remained an unseen observer, absorbing the energy of the room.