So here's my next story, dedicated to the person who asked me to expand upon the life of Trooper 4335. I've decided to make this a completely separate story, although this clone trooper is also in the 501st.
Disclaimer: Star Wars is not mine, it is the wonderful creation of George Lucas. This, of course, is my own
creation which is inspired by his works.
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Prologue
As I open my eyes, I realize that I am inside some sort of capsule filled with liquid. And almost immediately afterwards, I realize that the turning wheels are covered in millions of capsules filled with embryos in various stages of life. Like I must be. I am almost too big for my capsule, almost ready to go out and enter the world that I can see now. Somehow I know that no embryo as old as I should be able to do so much complex thinking. And somehow I know that I am different from other humans in the galaxy — I can think, and I have not yet been "born." My mind is filled with thoughts that no child my age should have, should be conceiving.
The world I see from my capsule slowly rotates, and I realize that it is the ring that my capsule is attached to that is truly moving. I still see capsules, but I can see a walkway as well. There are two barely-humanoid beings strolling down it, observing, taking notes- Kaminoans. As my capsule turns, I watch them. They look up at the ring of capsules that I am in, and then one of them pushes a button on a control panel on its- his- wrist.
A bobbing droid reaches my capsule- a medical droid: model AX-767, and suddenly my capsule has been detached and dropped into its arms. As it zooms over the other rings to a door on the far end of the monstrous room, I observe figures practicing combat moves, learning, and eating. I realize that in perhaps a few years, I will be one of them, and I'll even be able to enter into battle.
We pass through the airlock and my capsule is dropped onto a conveyor belt, last in a line of hundreds of other capsules. The conveyor belt jerks forward, and I watch as the other capsules are each drained of their fluid and then opened by waiting midwife droids.
Finally it is my turn, and I am picked up by cushioned paddles that belong to one of the midwife droids. The bright lights hurt my eyes, and I wail, long and hard. The droid wipes me down with a soft piece of cloth and then puts a diaper on me before placing me in a glass tube...