Explanation:
This story is an idea I imagined one day in a kinda shower-thought scenario of a Clone General equal in rank and status to the Jedi Generals of the Clone Wars, and how this could affect the timeline. The only things I am doing to these clones is that they are experimental and a special unit of their own, kind of like the Bad Batch, but honed to a razor sharp point. They look like the normal Jango Fett clones, but are marginally stronger, faster, and more violent, but at the same time far more self aware of their situation and are less likely to follow orders of either Jedi or of the Senate, instead opting to the ideals of the republic whenever possible.
The names of the 300th Clone Battalion clone troopers and the color designs for their armor, as well as the names of the Clone General, and the youngling Aria, and other minor characters, are my creations. However, the races, locations, large portions of the dialogue and scenes and basically everything else is the property of Lucasfilm and by association Disney. I also borrowed a theme from another fanfic, called "Free from Force" by Haxong, about a certain virus that pops up regularly. I borrowed that theme and cultivated it into my story.
This is also my first fanfic, but I am not unfamiliar with writing. If anyone has an suggestions, or parts they like please comment.
Prologue: X series
Unknown Cloning laboratory, Korasa, Ten years before the Battle of Geonosis
Chief Scientist Nureion was satisfied. It would finally be time to reveal the project to the galaxy. She gazed at her precious children- she did see her clones as her children, gathering their armor and weapons in preparation for combat.
She was not as cold as her colleagues, who would try to toss out any clone that seemed deficient in the slightest way. They couldn't see as she could. Everyone knew that if a clone was not good enough to be a part of a boarding party then he should be brig patrol. And if he was aweful at comate, have him be a gunner, or a repair man. It was just common sense. Sending them to labor duty, like they did on Kamino, was utterly barbaric.
'And a waste' She would often think privately.
She alone was approached by the Bounty Hunter and a hooded figure all those years ago. The Bounty hunter was clad in mandalorian armor the color of a polished silver, accented by a deep blue. His helmet was not on, and he held it under his arm lazily. The Man in the dark cloak was far more interesting. He spoke with a deep voice that was clear, yet commanding. As he spoke, the slightest hint of a silver beard emerged from the darkness of his hood.
"I assume you have been brought up to speed on the Republic Project?" He asked. I Confirmed. It was then I was trusted with something extraordinary.
A massive cylinder, not the normal DNA sample casings, the size of a small drinking cup. No. this was gigantic, a meter high and at least a third of a meter in diameter. It was carried in on a slowly dipping repulsorlift tray, which could hardly contain the immense weight put upon it.
"This is a backup of Mr. Fett's DNA, a full sample, containing a few dozen DNA canisters. Should the main canister fail to produce clones and be run dry, you can send them these under this code frequency,"
He handed her a data card with a long series of numbers.
"A good day to you mam," The Bounty Hunter said gruffly, marching away with the hooded man in tow as the repulsorlift tray finally succumbed to the weight of the gigantic DNA pod, crashing to the ground in a fizzle of electricity.
She didn't even think the Home Planet even knew of the pass off, and she certainly hadn't sent them new cylinders when theirs began to run dry, and the new batches of Clones left the vats sub-standard. She had instead tinkered with her ample supply of DNA, creating the perfect soldiers.
These weren't ARCs, with independent thinking or advanced skills, no. These were the ultimate troops, more on par to commandos, but with a twist.
She always loved the idea of mutations, and with her first batch, she couldn't help but play with the DNA. It worked like a charm.
Faster, able to run ever so faster than a human, likely on par with some of the most nimble species in the galaxy. They were also strong, if the pressure meters were correct. She couldn't believe her eyes when she saw the numbers, easily on par with a Wookie.
They were smart too.
Holo chess was a simple thing, they played it as a quick game between lessons, easily managing to best one another in mere minutes. She was not the greatest player of the game on Kamino, but she was a close second. Madame Bertoni held that honor, surprisingly. That woman would be destined to go into politics if she wasn't so damn old, and if not running for Prime Minister, again. But Nureion was bested almost every time by the clones when she went down to their quarters to check diagnostics on the computers and see how they were living. But the one time she did win, she learned the biggest flaw to these Clones: They were rowdy.
Rowdy is an understatement: they were incredibly violent and short tempered when they didn't get their way. The Clone she had beaten narrowly, XT4009, had let out a loud snarl before smashing the table with his fists. She was pulled away by an unrecognizable Clone, except for a single faint scratch he had down his cheek, but an otherwise unnoticeable difference separating him from his brothers. After three blows to the table he broke it, and with it his rage subsided, and he apologized profusely. But no apologies could heal her hurt pride; the Clones would never make it into the army.
But then she had an idea.
Armies need calm and persuasive commanders to keep their troops in line. She noted there were no ranks set aside for the command in the Home World Databanks, so she assumed the generals would be chosen from appropriate home guard squadrons, or else petty politics would get in the way. But if there was a commanding officer, and a general, that know their men inside and out and can lead them in a productive manner…
She scrolled through the thousands of files of individually numbered clones, when she stopped, and a small smile graced her face.
XT1093, the Clone who had saved her, his scratch the only feature standing out from his brothers. His file stood out more than his injury; he was obtained in The Incident, the surprising fight in the mess hall. Two Clones were poised to kill one another with shards of glass from a broken cup, when he rushed in to stop the fight. All others had simply watched, and he had taken action. In the process hurting himself, and he wasn't afraid to do it again when her own safety in jeopardy.
She had found her senior officer.