My name?

My name isn't important. Even if I had one. I'm just another nameless clone, born to battle.

At least... I was.

Born from the great bounty hunter Jango Fett, my thousands of brothers and I were created for one purpose- to assist the Jedi in battle and keep the Republic alive.

All identical, in strength and in spirit. We were supposed to be the galaxy's saving grace. None of us expected such a catastrophic outcome.

But why?

Why did the Chancellor want the Jedi dead? They never did anything evil. They were protectors of peace. We had each saved each other's lives countless times. Not to mention countless innocent lives.

But that all changed with Order 66.

I was on Utapau at the time. We had been serving as a sort of backup for General Kenobi as he dealt with Seperatist leaders. I was speaking with some Jedi when my brothers and I got a message over our com links- right from the Chancellor himself.

"Execute Order 66."

At that moment I felt as if I were no longer in control of myself, as if possesed by some otherworldly being. We all grabbed our blasters and started shooting like madmen. The Jedi tried to fight back, but they were outnumbered at least a dozen to one.

It only lasted a few seconds. Seconds that felt like hours. Corpses of Jedi and clones alike littered the landing pad. The air was heavy with smoke from blaster fire. Our Commander instructed us to search for and kill any Jedi we encounter, even Kenobi. But I couldn't bring myself to do this again.

Our purpose was to assist the Jedi, not slaughter them like animals.

I fled into space soon after, horrified at what I had done. The guilt made my heart feel like it was being chewed by a rancor. Regret clawed at my stomach like a hungry nexu. Was I the only clone with a conscience?

The Jedi never did any wrong. They were loyal and trustworthy, only wanting to help, never harm. Hell, if it weren't for them, neither I nor my brothers would even be alive. They would never go and commit such a horrible crime as treason.

And now, they were extinct.

Why?

Why?

If only we clones weren't so mindless. I could never disobey an order. None of us could. But did my brothers feel the same guilt as I did? Did anyone else wish that Order 66 never happened? That the Jedi were still alive, the Republic still standing?

I knew that disobeying the Chancellor was a death sentence. But I'm a soldier, not a murderer. Now, I faced a dreadful truth.

The Republic had fallen, and we clones were to blame. My only option now was to live the rest of my days in solitude, mourning the Jedi we had brutally murdered.

Now, my tears fall like the constant rain of the planet I have chosen to stay. The planet where it all began.

Kamino.

-Fin

(A/N: This actually made me really sad, to the point I teared up. Then again, sad and or romance stories have kind of been my strength. Even so, I just want to give this clone a hug.)