The start of everything

-It is better to die on your feet than to live on your knees.

Pov CC 0001 (Tanya)

Planet Kamino

I ate my food with disgust, not because it didn't taste good to me. I was created specifically to like this food. But because I knew that my existence from the beginning was created to be a slave. So much of a slave that I didn't even have a name.

"Clone Commander 0001" Said a Kaminoan. A species that created clones and genetic modifications. My masters.

I stood up giving a military salute, glistening in my pristine white suit except for a few black markings that gave my rank as Absolute Commander of the Republic Army.

"Orders?"

The Kaminoan seemed pleased with my response which was vital to my survival. I saw clones die from imperfections or anomalous behavior. And just as in my previous two lives my goal was to survive.

"The jedi have finally sent a representative to check the outcome of their request of a army. It is time for you to show your communicative values as designated. You will accompany Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi."

I nodded, settling my helmet in my hand, my design was not meant for fighting and the modified clone suit was only meant to show seriousness. However my appearance casually too similar to my old life but highly developed was made to negotiate, command and be the visible face of the clone army.

And so in my third life I had the appearance of a blue-eyed, blonde-haired beauty and was clearly female. My job was to command so I didn't need the characteristics of normal clones as competence to fight. So for efficiency it was thought that because my duties expected me to be in contact and communication with jedi, senators and the Chancellor I was developed as a beautiful woman.

Of course they didn't sexualize me either. According to them sexualizing me would be inefficient because my job needs seriousness. To which I agreed.

"Where is the jedi?" I asked. 

"Here I am" Someone said entering a man dressed in strange robes, these were wet due to the heavy rains. Surely he has already consulted with the prime minister of our masters.

"It is a pleasure to meet you Master Obi-Wan Kenobi".

The Kaminoan left the dining room leaving the Jedi Master alone with me. An awkward silence filled the room as he scanned every meter of the dining room and every inch of me.

"Let's walk while you show the army" I nodded and began to advance through the flat and boring white illuminated corridors that characterized the Kaminoan cities.

"Why are you a woman? It was my understanding that all clones are male" asked the Jedi Master as he moved his hand to his beard.

"I have been created to control the Republic's vast clone army. That involves diplomacy and negotiations with politicians. It was deemed that this corps was the most suitable."

He nodded slowly without saying a word. Which made the transition to the hangars rather quiet for my personal pleasure. I didn't like the Jedi, much less the Kaminoans. Being a slave was a horrible fate and yet here I was. Enslaved.

At last we arrived at my point of interest to begin explaining the clone army to the jedi.

"Now you will see through the crystal that hundreds of clones are being developed. They are a marvel of cloning. Their accelerated growth means that within 10 years a clone trooper can be formed. Loyal to the death, they will follow any order you give them. If you are worried about rebellious behaviors that tend to happen in some armies, this would not happen here. They have modifications that prevent them from having such types of feelings or thoughts."

The jedi master stopped to contemplate the marvelous piece of engineering. I stopped too and enjoyed the sight of such technology. I hated being a clone however I had to admit that the Kaminoans were geniuses.

"It's amazing what you have been doing, can I talk to the donor for the clone army? I was told by the Kaminoans that you know him."

I nodded slowly. Jango Fett personally trained the clone elite. Including the ARC troopers, he also trained me which yes, his description of my relationship with Jango Fett was correct. I knew him.

"I will take you to his quarters. However, aren't you interested in learning about the future army of the Republic? I was going to expose you to our weapons of war."

"That will not be necessary, it is not my task on this voyage. Let me meet this Jango Fett".

Strange however it was not my business to meddle in the affairs of my superiors. I nodded slowly and put on my helmet. 

"Understood, come with me."

And again back to the white tunnels illuminated with white light, this disgusting labyrinth that reminded me again of my miserable life. I looked for a second at the Jedi Master when I noticed that he put his arm close to his weapon. Was he expecting combat? I don't get it. Jango Fett was the main donor, Why they wanted to arrest him?

"Is Jango Fett in trouble with the Jedi? I notice the worry in you."

Master Obi-Wan Kenbi stopped dead in his tracks and gave me a sidelong glance. "You are under the orders of the Republic. Is that correct?"

I turned complete with my body and nodded slightly. "That is correct. Although the hierarchy is yet to be established theoretically a Jedi has the ability to give me orders."

Obi-Wan Kenobi nodded and handed me a communicator. I took it in surprise and looked at it closely. It was a Jedi communicator. I had studied about them.

"Prepare to block Jango Fett's ship. If I order you to block the ship. Understood?"

I nodded slowly. "That will be done, I will call in soldiers in case Jango Fett does not cooperate with the blockade of his ship."

He looked at me, seemed like he was questioning if he was really going to do this however he seemed to reconcile with himself.

"Lead the way."

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"CC 0001. We have carried out your orders" Said a Clone Trooper. "We had manually activated the tractor beams. That ship won't fly without our personal activation."

I nodded as I looked at two platoons I had brought along for this mission. It was my first mission for the Jedi. And although unexpected it would be good for my resume of obedience and efficiency already cooperating with the Jedi.

The communicator made a noise getting my attention. "Jango Fett is on the run. Hold him and block his ship."

I nodded, no orders needed to be given since the communicator used a speaker for communications. The first platoon covered the ship while the second platoon was with me. It wasn't long before I heard accelerated footsteps. And little was my surprise when I saw Jango Fett appear with his unmodified clone son.

"Jango Fett. We regret to say that your ship has been confiscated by orders of our superiors" I said in a calm voice. I had to be diplomatic. I knew what that man was capable of. 

The clone troopers stood in front of me, covering Jango Fett from running away. For a second it looked like he was going to come to his senses but he raised his arm.

"Get away!" I shouted. 

In my training with him I found out the hard way that Mandalorians like to add flamethrowers to their armor. And my suspicions were fulfilled when I saw a flare pass through where there were troops before. The clone troopers began firing point-blank at Jango Fett. However, he used his jetpack to get ahead of the gunfire. I drew my pistol and fired at his jetpack. The advantage of fighting a Mandalorian is that you learn their tricks quickly.

The jetpack exploded pushing Jango Fett against the door to the outside which opened automatically. The platoon outside slowly approached Jango Fett pointing their guns at him.

Soon the third actor arrived. Obi-Wan Kenobi appeared and looked at the situation. He sighed in relief and approached Jango Fett.

"You are under arrest for the attempted murder of Senator Padme Amidala." 

I intervened by raising my voice. To avoid problems  "Remove his armor, beware, all his armor is useful for warfare. Defensively and offensively."

The clones slowly approached however Jango Fett seemed to resign himself to his fate by surrendering to the clones. Obi-Wan Kenobi approached me and shook my hand.

"You have done a great job for the Republic."

And with that he picked up Jango Fett and began to carry him away. I looked around at the son of Jango Fett, realizing to my misfortune that I would have to take care of him in the meantime.

"Someone send the boy to the designated room. And call the cleaners. This mess needs to be cleaned up."

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