I remember how time changed things. It changed me and my perspective.
At first, I was a clone cadet, a child. Jedi were powerful giants under whose command I would be someday when I would become a clone trooper. My respect, loyalty and trust towards them did not change when I reached that point in my life. If anything, they got stronger as my general proved himself worthy of it.
But then Order 66 came. I've always felt that it wrenched something in me. Suddenly respect turned into hate. The man to whose hands I had given my life was suddenly a minatory traitor. Suddenly I was so full of hatred, anger and hurt that I did not regret pulling the trigger and killing the first living being I had ever killed.
I wish it would have stayed at just one kill. But as I became a stormtrooper, it just became worse. I lost the count of kills after 200. Jedi were murdering traitors. I could not stand them.
When I got old I retired. That was when I got the ugly chip out of my head; I was in a brain surgery and the surgeon erased the chip because it was malfunctioning and thus causing problems especially to my memory and neural systems. I secluded to the vast nature of Alderaan and allowed my mind to refresh and clear. I could look back at what I had done.
Now it all made sense. The Jedi were not evil. It had been the malfunction in my chip that was evil.
The souls of the ones I had killed came for their revenge after that. I just wish they would have spared the rest of Alderaan... I wish they would have spared the lives as innocent as theirs...
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