Wow, a new Rogue story! A sequel, so soon! I'm using this author's note moment to give a big THANK YOU to my buddy Jax for writing up TH-636's datapad entries for me. Love!

Introduction

[[Datapad of Imperial Captain Brogan. Nine entries.

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[Entry One Begins.

The Emperor has decided on a new plan of attack against the Rebels. During the Clone Wars, the Grand Army of the Republic produced many top-quality commanders, and we need commanders on all our fronts. The fools that come out of the officer training academies aren't worth the tax dollars spent to train them. So we have gone to the Kaminoan cloners and . . . requested genetic samples of some of the best commanders they created. They complied quite willingly; it was surprising. Apparently, someone higher up has quite the large pocketbook, for those cloners readily offered the use of their laboratories for the re-cloning processes. I keep thinking, why not? After all, those troopers came from there in the first place. But I also think that the Emperor himself might have sent Lord Vader to ensure that the facilities would be available.

I have been placed in charge of training the new commanders once we have some. For now, they are planning to create one re-clone as something of an experiment, though I am unsure as to which sample will be used. We were given several dozen.

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[Entry Two Begins.

Test subject has been chosen. The Empire's first re-clone is to be of a commander by the designation of Theta-636. This clone's records from the Wars have been carefully studied; he had the makings of an excellent commander but was killed in action several years ago. How interesting it should be to "resurrect" him.

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[Entry Three Begins.

Re-cloning process initiated. If this works, we will use it as a method of bolstering out troops using the fine material produced so many years ago. Our test subject, to be re-designated TH-636 (no use for long prefixes anymore), will be a relatively unaltered being. We do intend to use something of a growth acceleration during the artificial gestation period and the growth years to make him approximately twenty-eight in a matter of months. It is an outside acceleration, meaning the subject will spend weeks in a chemical tank so we do not have to deal with the messy process of tampering with his genetic makeup. I fail to understand how the Kaminoans created such an army by using such brutal methods. Perhaps they thought it would not matter, for their soldiers would die on the front lines so quickly that they would never know. Well, such is not the case with the Empire. We do not abuse our troops so.

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[Entry Four Begins.

Several weeks have passed since the process was begun. All is going according to plan. Six-Three-Six is developing quite quickly. Should be only a few more weeks before he is "born" and we may begin the growing. In this day and age, we have no time to wait for children to mature. But he will not be harmed. His growth will only be accelerated as long as he is within the chemical tank. Afterwards, he will continue to age at a normal pace. After all, we cannot afford to create such an excellent commander only to have him die by an artificially shortened life. If he is as good as we are hoping, he will serve his Emperor until he dies, whether it be naturally or by a blaster shot from those cursed Rebels. Otherwise, he will have to be terminated, and we will try it all again.

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[Entry Five Begins.

All is going well. TH-636, having spent approximately two months in the tank, now looks like a young boy perhaps of thirteen or so. It really does amaze me to see how quickly the process takes place.

I don't think there shall be any more updates here until he is released from the tank as a full-grown man.

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[Entry Six Begins.

Grand day in the Imperial forces. Our first re-clone, TH-636, took his first steps outside the chemical tank. He is having no problems nor suffering any adverse effects. Despite never before setting foot on solid ground, he has adapted to walking quite rapidly. We all have high hopes for him, for it appears that he has some knowledge of the military. I had been expecting a clean slate, as it were. That is what surprises me, I believe. He appears in every way to have the same knowledge as the original's records claim he had.

Unusual that a mere re-clone should possess the same knowledge as his original, is it not? Something must not have gone right in the process.

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[Entry Seven Begins.

It is as it seems. TH-636 requires very little military training; it is if we truly have resurrected the original. I am now quite certain that something went amiss during the re-cloning process, but no one seems willing to believe me. I have trouble understanding that such things could happen when duplicating mere genetic material that was so incredibly similar to millions of other samples. But we had received DNA samples that were from a time when Theta-636 was undergoing his training. Perhaps something in those training courses somehow altered his genes to make him a true soldier. We shall see. The training that he does need commences tonight.

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[Entry Eight Begins.

There is great talk in the department over TH-636's progress. He has very quickly adapted to Imperial procedures, but he seems hesitant to do as the other Stormtroopers do. Rumors are floating around that he is scheduled for termination because something went so drastically wrong in the process. I cannot help but wonder if it was the chemically-enhanced accelerated growth. Nonetheless, I still feel as though he is a talented soldier and has great potential for being a top-notch commander. He just needs to be better trained in the Imperial ways. I wonder if a stint at Lusankya would serve him—and us—well . . .

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[Entry Nine Begins.

TH-636 is to be sent to Lusankya, but not as a prisoner. I managed to convince the ones in charge that he just needed some time to be prepared as a loyal officer. It wasn't easy, that was for sure; Madam Director Isard is always so anxious for new "prey" for her stronghold. She surely must be mentally deranged.

Six-Three-Six begins guard duty in the prison cells of Lusankya tonight. There is a new prisoner down there; she is considered to be top priority by Lord Vader and is scheduled for full reconditioning as soon as she recovers from a bitter blaster wound. We shall see how good a guard our little experiment will make. If he can keep her from escaping (which is impossible anyway) and manages to restrain his feelings of reluctance toward the Imperial way of doing things, we may send him on to higher training yet.

We have also given him entrance to the cell and access to the hall cameras outside. It is something of another experiment, for he has been given permission to do as he likes with the prisoner. After all, he is a male, and males have . . . urges, do they not? Ha ha.

This may be very interesting. If he fails in any way, however, when the little prisoner is taken to the treatment chambers, so will he.

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[[Datapad of TH-636. Four entries.

[Entry One Begins.

I don't know why they gave me this. Maybe they want to do a psych-evaluation on me and see what I put in. Or maybe it's because it can stave off boredom. I should at least start with some introductions.

My designation is TH-636. I'm a Stormtrooper of the Galactic Empire, and you know what? I don't need training. It's as if I knew everything I needed to know and then some once I came out of my . . . pod, tube, whatever. Odd, I know. I know how to command a battalion of soldiers, I can dismantle and reassemble a blaster rifle, and I know some basic hand-to-hand combat and some basic computer slicing techniques. The only thing I seem to need to get the hang of are the regs. Like I really care if I can command.

But it's strange. I'm one of me, but I still get stares. Captain Brogan says not to worry, but I don't fully buy it.

Something else strange: I've never been to the surface. I've only ever been in the training facility or my barracks. I've never seen a sun . . . or stars . . . or sky, for that matter. Everyone has seen the stars, seen other places. But I haven't . . .

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[Entry Two Begins.

Today I was in the mess, just thinking to myself. I sit alone at my table; guess I'm not 'one of the guys' yet. I dunno. But I was sitting, just thinking, and, suddenly, a female officer-in-training came up to me. She asked me who I was, and when I told her my sig, she actually sat down. She had heard about me from Captain Brogan, and she asked why I was so . . . different. I wanted to ask her what she meant. I just shrugged.

Eventually, she asked me if I wanted to go with her topside a few days soon, have dinner and go to a show. I wanted to say yes. But something in my mind told me that I shouldn't, that there was only one person I would ever say 'yes' to on such an occasion. I reluctantly declined.

She just got up and never came back. Now I'm still thinking.

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[Entry Three Begins.

There's been talk about the latest 'treat' for Director of Intelligence Ysanne Isard: five former Republic Commandos who've been on the run ever since the Empire rose. They say that one's a female Jedi, but still others say that she was an ex-ARC who fell in with the commandos. They're going through . . . reconditioning right now.

I hate that word. I feel scared every time I think of myself on one of those tables, but it's fear for someone else that worries me. I have no idea who else I should be afraid for . . .

(Thirty minutes later)

Two of them escaped! They broke Isard's reconditioning and broke out!

I'm glad, because no one, not even someone bred for war and doomed to it, should be forced to swear allegiance to any side. And, rereading this sentence, I think I pulled that out of thin air . . .

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[Entry Four Begins.

I've been reassigned. Captain Brogan is sending me . . . there. Lusankya. He assured me it wasn't for . . . treatment; guard duty instead. Seems that one of Vader's retained bounty hunters didn't want to kill her quarry, so Boba Fett brought her in. She's been wounded, badly, so she won't be 'done' . . . yet.

Brogan's also allowed me access to the cameras and her door. The knowing look he gave me . . . I'm not that kind of person. I do have my own scruples, thanks. But whether this assignment's going to be a blessing or catastrophe, well . . . we'll have to see.

[Entry Four Ends.