A/N: Every process has a few bad eggs. Here's a whole batch of defective clones. Or are they defective? I'll leave that for you to decide.
Disclaimer: Well, I'm not George Lucas, Disney, or Cartoon Network, therefore, logically, I must not own Star Wars.
Defects. That's what those who call themselves our brothers call us behind our backs. Imperfect? Neither are you, you hypocrite. Useless? We're better than you'll ever be. But Defects? That's the one name that they call us that we can't deny, the name that I can't protect my brothers from. I only consider a select few clones from outside of my "batch" my brothers. These few include Captain Rex, Commander Cody, the Domino Squad and our fellow cadet, Jax. Well, Boba Fett is by far our favorite brother, but he told us that we probably shouldn't tell anyone that as everyone seems to think that he is evil. They are our brothers because they never look down on us, never belittle us, and never pity us. We don't need pity! We can fight just as well as you can, sometimes even better.
We come from the same batch as 99 did. But we're even more defective than he is. Our defects start with the aging process. We don't age like the others. We age like normal children and we are looked down on because of it. I will be the first to admit that I do not understand how the others age. I mean, the Kaminoans say that they age twice as fast as humans, but some of them look like they're in their thirties and the first clone (Boba) was made 10 or 11 years ago. So following that logic, the eldest batch of clones should be 22 at most. I don't get it.
Our aging isn't our only issue. Heck, with all our issues, its only thanks to Jango and Boba (yeah, the Kaminoans respect him greatly, but that's a story for another day) that we're alive today. They had to fight long and hard to be sure that the Kaminoans didn't kill defects. They insisted that it wouldn't be right, that a life is a life, especially after the child has been brought into the world. We owe them our lives. Boba often tells us that we, unlike most clones, have a choice on whether to serve in the GAR or not. So far, we have rejected his offers to take us away from here to somewhere better, in hopes of proving our ridiculers wrong. Sometimes, however, I feel like taking my "batch" and doing just that.
My designation is Cadet-95, for now with a possible future as CT-95. My "batch" mates are Cadets 96, 97, 98, and 100. It's a well-known fact that 99 ended up in maintenance division and loves doing what he can, but though he is deformed, he is nowhere near our level of defectiveness.
96, also known as Peter (don't ask why), is totally blind. He has never been able to see anything. 97, also known as Michael, is mute. He has never said a word, never made a sound. 98, also known as Daniel, is deaf. He has never understood a word that has been said. 100, also known as Darren, has some sort of mental deficiency that causes him to forget everything from before he woke up that morning if he doesn't remember to take his medication. And me? I, cadet number 95, also known as Alex, have major ADHD.