Med Bay #7K34Z, 10 miles below the surface of Atrisia - Unlisted in Atrisian Records
I rested my head on the table occupying the center of the room, waiting patiently for Dr. Kahoshi to arrive.
I had told myself, when I had finally been freed, that I would never return to med bay #7K34Z. I'd spent half a year locked behind its drab walls; half a year of tests and examinations, of shots and surgery and sheer, mind-boggling boredom. It had been both home and hell - a thirty meter by thirty meter prison that might as well have been a whole world, for all I had been allowed to see.
It was beyond state of the art, grander even than the cloning facilities of Kamino. The tech was cutting edge to say the least, from the bacta tanks to the body scanners to the geological compressor dominating the center wall.
The Kaminoans had not been able to create a clone capable of using the force. Though it had taken 42,289 attempts, Dr. Madeline Kahoshi had.
It was for her that I returned to this force-forsaken place. I had a 'check-up' scheduled every six months, possibly for the rest of my natural life. I could understand the need for strict and steady monitoring, given the circumstances - I was certain I was the only force-able clone in the entire galaxy - nay, in the entire history of the galaxy.
I was, simply put, an impossibility.
I had other motives for visiting the med bay, however. The geological compressor could do more than replicate foreign weather systems; it could also be used to create lightsaber crystals with the right materials, by mimicking the natural process of crystal formation. All one needed was a mineral of suitably high carbon content and the Force. I had been given a lightsaber upon my activation as an Inquisitor, but... to wield another's lightsaber was akin to wearing someone else's skin.
It was unnatural, and it diminished my efficiency.
The average force user would sit outside the compressor while it served as a furnace, guiding the process of crystal construction from a safe vantage point. Such a crystal, however, while adequate, was not efficient. A far superior crystal could be crafted if the practitioner sat amongst the flames, guiding the process from withing the furnace. I aspired to create such a crystal.
I would have to wait, however. Forging a focusing crystal was a long process, taking anywhere from hours to days, and besides that, Dr. Kahoshi might suffer a fit if she walked in and saw me bathed in flames. As amusing as that might have been, I had no desire to cause her undue stress. She was, after all, my creator.
So I sat and waited.