Warning: this is AU. The main character, however, is far from an OC.
Seventh son
THE SITH LORD IS DOWN. REPEAT, THE SITH LORD IS DOWN. GENERAL WINDU APPEARS TO BE WOUNDED, DEGREE OF INJURY UNKNOWN. CANNOT CONFIRM SURVIVAL OF ANY OTHER JEDI IN THE AREA.
Thrice-coded anonymous message from Coruscant to Kashyyyk
Fierfek, if they carry on like this, he will be stuck here in the foreseeable chaos. His adopted brothers should have left Coruscant on the day before, with their prize Ovolot Uthan, and with maybe whoever else Kal'Buir had collected on his way out from the Valorum Center. His father tended to pick up seemingly hopeless cases, his own survival was proof of that.
He looked into the binocular, and loaded yet another saberdart into the projectile, just to be on the safe side. Master Yoda had warned him that the Sith would always come in twos. But no, through the shards of the supreme chancellor's office window, he could only see an exhausted Mace Windu and a late-arrived Anakin Skywalker. Neither of them moved to assist any survivors.
An incoming call's warning appeared on his helmet's HUD.
"Master Yoda, I think it is safe to deduce that the other three Jedi did not make it" he reported, immediately.
"Save the Republic, you have."
"It was child's play. The Chancellor seemed to be unaware of my existence. I caught him off guard as soon as the windowpane was out."
Which wasn't a bad achievement for a kid, he had to admit. By his specie's standards, he was a kid still. His marksmanship didn't require him to be an adult. He was good with firearms ever since his brother A'den first showed him how to properly hold a riffle.
He trained hard, because initially almost everyone around him had questioned his worth. At first, the Kaminoans who considered him a regrettable defect because of his eyes, then the Cuy'val Dar who believed him to be a hut'uun. Both before he would have been able to crawl, swim, or form an intelligent word.
Truth be told, it was obvious that he would never be as strong or enduring as the Nulls, or even, as the clones Skirata had been training. But as Kom'rk had once poined out, who needs to be able to run fifty kilometers if he was able to hit the target from right where he was standing?
He retreated from the skyscraper's edge, and carefully secured the remaining saberdarts, his sole reminders of his origin, in his belt. He considered leaving his helmet on, but he decided against it. Under Kal Skirata's tutorage, he grew to be proud of who he was.
For three years, his clone brothers had been fighting for the Republic, so it was obvious for him to stay on their side, though not as a slave like them, but as a good gun to hire. And hire him, Master Yoda did. Because of his close bond to the GAR, he was considered the most trustworthy sniper at hand, but unlike the clones, no loyalty bound him to the Supreme Chancellor. If the army was of the one right man for the job, he was the person to complete their task in the sole area they could not reach.
As he walked through the building in full beskar'gam and with an elongated Mandalorian helmet under his arm, all eyes turned towards him. He didn't at all mind the stares, he got used to this type of attention and in fact he indulged in it.
A green-eyed Kaminoan. So?
AN: Yes, in the RC books he is the only character to whom Kal Skirata had ever turned a blind eye to... I decided to play with the what-if. Please let me know what you think!