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Kamino was a place of great mystery and not a lot being said about it. the Kaminoans were definitely known for their skill and knowledge of making clones. Though there was one secret that the Kaminoans held dearly, that for years now every time a buyer came in to purchase clones they asked about the hundreds of thousands of clones that obviously weren't theirs and every time the Kaminoans said the same thing: “Those aren't your clones yours are over there”, and that was the end of it.

But onto the story. The 319th squad was just like any other, doing simulations training exercises and regular routine. Even though all the clones were exactly the same the Kaminoans liked to give them special traits that would help the clones in their missions. This squad consisted of four members, all in the same practice grounds:

Storming through a line of practice droids with a blazing rifle and was the loudest mouth on the team. “Yeah! Take that you scrappy bitches!” he roared. Chief was the de facto leader, always carrying a shotgun and the usual standard issue laser rifle. He was always barking orders and yelling his troops wit ha gruff tone.

Up in a roost with a long-distance rifle laid a fearful young one. Doc was the medic of the squad and was somewhat of a pacifist which, as one can imagine, is a weird trait to give a war hungry clone. However, just to make sure that he didn't run into any trouble, he carried a sniper rifle with him at all times and was a excellent shot even by clone standards.

Within Doc's view of the legion of metal bodies he hadn't fired upon, he saw his team-mate Jenson hiding behind a prop cover. He was the brains of the operation and carried two standard issue rifles on his back. He always had a plan, and his plans never backfired in concept. He pulled out a detonator, clicked it and the whole line of droids was blown to scrapped bits.

“Excellent” Jenson whispered privately.

Across the field was the bloodiest member of the squad, Holy. He was nicknamed from his bar code 7707077070, carried around a chain gun on his back and two pistols just in case. He had a certain blood lust that disturbed the rest of his squad, but always found a way to power through the enemy forces. He went roaring across the practice field with his chain gun at full blast, tearing apart everything down to the ground.

“YEEAAAAHHH!!!” He screamed. “Come get some more, bastards!!!”

“Holy!” Chief shouted, “Get yer ass over here!”

“Grr!” Holy growled. “I'm not done yet!”

“Actually” Doc shouted from his hidden spot, “you are.” The clones looked around them and saw the smoldering battleground. Not a droid was left standing.

“Another job well done” Chief said, holstering his spread-blaster behind him. “Good job team. Dinner is on Jenson.”

“Huh?” Jenson shouted. “Why me? Make Holy pay!” Doc sighed and shook his head as his team went into a chaotic argument yet again over, of all things, money.

None of the clones had any idea who they would be serving or why.

One day, as their training went on, they were issued orders from the Kaminoans to receive their weekly downloading of new orders and tactics. However, something was wrong. All the clones sensed this as they lay back in the seat to receive the download. They looked across the room and saw an unusual character, a dark shadowy figure dressed in a long black robe but this time none of the Kaminoans were with him as they like to watch the downloading so to make sure nothing went wrong the last clones to get the new orders were the 319th. .As the darkness surrounded them as they went to sleep a deep voice spoke to them:

“ My new clones...you shall know nothing about this and will not speak of it to anyone...but you will know what to do when the time is right...”

As the clones awoke from their download the Kaminoans were by their side as they sat up, the Kaminoans explained that there was a accident in the downloading process but nothing was out of order. As Holy looked over at the computer monitor he noticed that their was a word and number flashing red on the screen:,“ORDER 66”, but the Kaminoans strangely took no attention to it.

Finally the order came in which all the clones were waiting for the order to move out. As the four loaded onto their transport Doc exclaimed “You know guys might actually miss this place.”

“Oh shut up you pussy” shouted Chief.

“C'mon guys stop fighting.” Jenson said. “Where do you think we're going anyway?”

“I don't know,” Do said, “but...hey wait do we even know who were fighting?”

“Well obviously” Chief began “since we have been simulating fighting clones for the past god knows how long. I think it might be clones” exclaimed chief.

The engines roared up and the clones could feel the vibrations. After a few hours of Chief and Doc fighting the ship finally came to a stop and a hologram of a commander clone appeared in the circle which the clones had made with their bodies.

“Squad 319” the commander began, “your first task is to transport down to the planet of Geonosis and disable a communications array for the impending attack of the Jedi and ourselves”

“Alright, get your asses moving then” shouted Chief

And they loaded onto one of the republic gunships, with Jenson in the cockpit and Doc navigating.