(Imperfection's POV)

Imperfection. That's what they call me. That's not a name I'll ever be proud of, but it's the only name I have.

How did I get that name? I'm a clone, but but apperently, I wasn't created they way they wanted me to be, so I'm a bad copy, an imperfection. What exactly is wrong with me? I'm a girl, I have the physical looks of a child, age 13 or so. But it seems that doesn't stop them from turning me into their 'perfect' soldier, a weapon for their war against the ones called the Sith and the Separatists.

What am I supposed to do? Fight, kill and spy, that it. They trained me to be stronger, smarter, more skilled with weapons than the other clones.I am also trained to know no fear and handle any wound, from a blast to a stab wound. There's something else I'm supposed to do, show no emtion, show no emotional attachment to any one or anything, I am not allowed to show any feelings, never laugh, smile, cry, or any form of emotional state, I'm told if I do, it will distract me from my job as a soldier, mainly if someone I grew to care about was hurt or killed. I have to act more like a heartless machine than a living being.

Nobody knows of my existince, not even the Jedi High Council. According to the one who created me, no one can know about me because I am unlike others clones before me. Everyday I'm reminded that my birth was a complete mistake, everyday I'm treated like a droid, everyday I train until i pass out, everyday I go through terrible and painful chemical experiments in order to the ultimate soldier in the war.

But it doesn't matter, I have gone to the point where I don't care about what happens. As much I disapprove of the treatment I get, I have grown used to this, so I never complain. If I do, I'll get punished, physically, from beatings to static shocks through my body. I only wish for this war to be over and me to be free from my life, even if it means I have to die.