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Weird.
Odd.
Quiet.
Unusual.
Ct-1118 had heard those words ever since she’d been decanted. From Kaminoans. From trainers. From clones. Luckily nothing was done about her. She fit within physical parameters. Her scores were not only adequate but exemplary. She excelled in almost every area except social behaviors. She made a point to avoid the other clones as much as possible while growing up on Kamino.
And they in turn avoided her for the most part. Some tried when they were younger but as they grew many just gave up. Most of her batch just let her be. They had learned that she would do her part. Participate when needed. Anything other than what was required? She was to be left alone.
Why get attached to something if it was only going to be taken from you? She knew how all of this ended. Since the moment she started remembering her old life, she knew her place. She knew the exact fate of so many of those around her. She knew that even if she made it through the war, that an even worse fate lay for her at the end of the gruesome road. Why fight it?
Maybe if she’d been reborn a Jedi. Maybe if she’d been reborn a Senator. Hell, maybe even a Sith. Maybe then she could change her fate. Maybe she could alter things in some way to turn out for the better.
But she wasn’t. She hadn’t been.
She was just a clone.
And good soldiers follow orders.