CHAPTER ONE
Hi. Name's Charles. Known to my friend's as "Charlie". Well, that's what they'd call
me if I had any. I'm here to tell you the story of my life. My life as a Clone Trooper. It
all started when I was living on my father's moisture farm. Apparently we were living on top
of an underground Speratist base. One day, The Republic attacked. The inevitable day. I was
captured by the Seperatists and was taken away on a slave ship with a man in Mandalorian
armor called Jango Fett. He then took me to the stormy planet Kamino, where i became
acquainted with the son of Jango Fett, Boba...........
I was 12 at the time, and Jango said I had a lot to learn. Boba and I became good
friends. After a week Mr. Fett put me into the CTTP(Clone Trooper Training Program). He
thought i had the makings of a true war hero. He said i was a Guinea Pig for the CTTP. I
was to be the first Clone Trooper that wasn't-well- a clone. I started training the next
day.........
"You will report to the droid at the desk in front of the TC."Jango said."Have I made myself
clear?"
"Crystal, Mr. Fett,sir." I replied. Jango dismissed me but before he left, he said,"Oh, and
Chuck, call me Jango."
"As long as you call me Charles." "Fine then. You better get a move on, you're going to be
late."
I sped down the hallway and made it to the front desk. There I met the droid that Jango was
talking about. "May I help you?" It asked in its metallic voice.
"Yes," I replied. "I'm the new trainee. The 'guinea pig'"
"Ah, yes. Charles." The droid said. "Your number will be CT-5/785. Here's your helmet.
Report to the assembly line to recieve your tunic."
I hastily made my way to the assembly line. "Your helmet, please." a droid said, in a very
rusty voice. I handed the droid my helmet. He scanned it with his eyes. "Here is your tunic,
Charles." it said and handed me my tunic. 'I guess they use helmets for identification here.'
i thought.
"CT-5 Group roll-call commencing!" A large booming voice called out. 'Uh-oh, that's my
group!'I thought to myself. "CT-5/783" The voice boomed out."Present." A clone called from
the line.
I dashed right next to the person next to him."CT-5/784" "Present."
"And last of all, CT-5/785." I,gasping for air, replied,"I....uh...well...present."
Everyone stared at me. Then i saw my reflection in my shiny new helmet. I must've really
stood out with my light skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes. "What are you doing with your
helmet?" The trainer, whose number was CT-5/001, asked me.
"I,uh-I'm a,a-" "A newcomer?" he asked.
"Yes." I replied. "A newcomer."
Hi. Name's Charles. Known to my friend's as "Charlie". Well, that's what they'd call
me if I had any. I'm here to tell you the story of my life. My life as a Clone Trooper. It
all started when I was living on my father's moisture farm. Apparently we were living on top
of an underground Speratist base. One day, The Republic attacked. The inevitable day. I was
captured by the Seperatists and was taken away on a slave ship with a man in Mandalorian
armor called Jango Fett. He then took me to the stormy planet Kamino, where i became
acquainted with the son of Jango Fett, Boba...........
I was 12 at the time, and Jango said I had a lot to learn. Boba and I became good
friends. After a week Mr. Fett put me into the CTTP(Clone Trooper Training Program). He
thought i had the makings of a true war hero. He said i was a Guinea Pig for the CTTP. I
was to be the first Clone Trooper that wasn't-well- a clone. I started training the next
day.........
"You will report to the droid at the desk in front of the TC."Jango said."Have I made myself
clear?"
"Crystal, Mr. Fett,sir." I replied. Jango dismissed me but before he left, he said,"Oh, and
Chuck, call me Jango."
"As long as you call me Charles." "Fine then. You better get a move on, you're going to be
late."
I sped down the hallway and made it to the front desk. There I met the droid that Jango was
talking about. "May I help you?" It asked in its metallic voice.
"Yes," I replied. "I'm the new trainee. The 'guinea pig'"
"Ah, yes. Charles." The droid said. "Your number will be CT-5/785. Here's your helmet.
Report to the assembly line to recieve your tunic."
I hastily made my way to the assembly line. "Your helmet, please." a droid said, in a very
rusty voice. I handed the droid my helmet. He scanned it with his eyes. "Here is your tunic,
Charles." it said and handed me my tunic. 'I guess they use helmets for identification here.'
i thought.
"CT-5 Group roll-call commencing!" A large booming voice called out. 'Uh-oh, that's my
group!'I thought to myself. "CT-5/783" The voice boomed out."Present." A clone called from
the line.
I dashed right next to the person next to him."CT-5/784" "Present."
"And last of all, CT-5/785." I,gasping for air, replied,"I....uh...well...present."
Everyone stared at me. Then i saw my reflection in my shiny new helmet. I must've really
stood out with my light skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes. "What are you doing with your
helmet?" The trainer, whose number was CT-5/001, asked me.
"I,uh-I'm a,a-" "A newcomer?" he asked.
"Yes." I replied. "A newcomer."