Prologue
My name is Jun Motorashi-Fett, but that, is relatively inconsequential and uninteresting, if I'm being honest. What is interesting, is what my first memory was.
I remember waking up due to the absolute agony that was engulfing my body, I was surrounded by some strange liquid and could see the bubbles in front of me as I breathed. As I looked around I saw my body, and with it the source of my agony. I saw raw naked bone, with by blood turning the liquid around me a sickly pink, as my body began to stitch itself together.
I began to scream out into the liquid unable to hold in my pain. For some reason I could breathe the liquid perfectly, I didn't know where I was, what I was, or really what anything was. All I knew that my world was pure agony, as I continued to scream before blacking out.
I didn't know what I was, but I learned later. I was a lab-rat, a science experiment, a fucking monster created by unspeakable Sith sorceries.
I was created as part of a secret Sith project, to take the genetic codes of Arla Fett and Anakin Skywalker, with a little cross-breeding Selkath DNA to make me better able to survive, in order to create the perfect killing machine, the perfect warrior and assassin all rolled into one, designed to take the genetics of the Jedi's Chosen One and the genetics of the greatest clan of Mandalorian warriors that ever existed, apparently breeding me was no small task, so they had designed me to be sterile.
My training began as soon as I was out of the damned bacta tank. To call it violent and brutal would be an understatement, my creator Darth Skanato was my first trainer, and he seemed to take sadistic glee in the beatings and burns he gave me, while he trained me. In order to make me crave victory more, and to fear failure, every time I lost or simply failed his expectations in the training exercise, he began carving ancient Sith runes into my skin with a knife, if I screamed, struggled, or even cried during the process he would push the knife further into my skin.
It was clear from the beginning, I wasn't free, I wasn't a person, I was a slave, a thing, made for one singular purpose to kill, whoever my masters pointed me at, and I was damn good at my job.
My name is Jun Motorashi-Fett.
This is my story.
How I was redeemed, how I fell, and how I proved myself to all.