Chapter 1
Haven't been on much 1) The Old Republic is AWESOME 2) the computer I write on is dying on me. Anyway had the idea of dooming myself with a prequel for my OCs (backstories basically) so without further ado enjoy, review, ect. Thanks to Sev Fett again for letting him use his OCs
The toddler looked up at the Kaminoan scientist. He had no idea where he was being marched down the blinding white halls of the facility. The child was a clone of Jango Fett, and he would become part of the heart and soul that was Grand Army of the Republic. The scientist brought him to a Mandalorian mercenary, one of the Cuv'yar Dar, those who no longer exists. He strutted in the room, a limp evident, the scars of many battles showing too. "This is the extra unit to be trained. Sorry we took so long to transfer it to you for management," the Kaminoan said in their perturbing monotone as it handed over a datapad. The Mandalorian just snatched the datapad from the scientist and cursed in another language, "di'kut! He's not a unit he's a kid and you chaakar steal his life from him." The toddler didn't understand what the two were arguing about. The Mandalorian just ordered the scientist out and looked at the kid. He kneeled down near him and began to apologize, "Sorry you had to see that ad'ika. I'm Kal by the way, guess you're going to be spending a lot of time with."
The clone just stared out at the mercenary. He didn't say anything. The mercenary asked, "C'mon kid, you got a name."
"RC-2213 sir."
"Right, numbers, kid you need a name, probably a Mandalorian one, since it is your heritage."
"Mandalorian? Sir who are they?" Kal hated that these clones were born even without their heritage, he promised to give it to them. He would give them a life as well, a purpose. "Well first of all, you don't have to call me sir. Call me Kal'buir…"
19 BBY
The Clone Wars were raging. RC-2213, now known as Jedi Commando, had truly embraced his culture. The man who he had met years earlier on Kamino had taught him it, and treated him unlike others who felt clones were expendable being. Kal Skirata, or Kal'buir as Jedi had known, realized clones were as much a living being as anyone else. Jedi walked next to his adoptive father, tired from a rather grueling mission but loyal to the bitter end. It was no wonder the Nulls and commandos Kal had trained had become known as his private army. "Ya know ad'ika," Kal could never stand to call his son by his real name, "whenever the Jedi hutt'uun send any of you on suicide missions like that it makes me sick. They preach their code but never live up to it, and you get enslaved because of it."
"Com'on Kal'buir, not all of them are that bad. Look at Etain and Bard'ika."
"They realized the truth son, why do you think Bardan left that damned order to join us?" Kal stopped and spat on the Coruscanti street. "Why do you admire them so much like an ignorant child?"
Jedi just laughed and said, "Kal'buir I don't trust every one of those di'kite, just the ones who earn respect. Skywalker and Kenobi would make good vode, too bad they aren't. Besides none of the council member inspired my choice of name," Skirata hesitated then added, "The opposite in fact."
"Really? Explain to me how you came to it then?"
"The only one who could even dare to challenge Mando'ade and win," Jedi smirked as he said the name of the man whose redemption signified all that was right and just, "Revan."
Kal was surprised at this statement. The reach of the most glorious of the knights of the old Republic stretched nearly 4,000 years. He was the only Jedi Kal had even began to think about respecting. "I guess I never thought of that kid."
"Feel better?"
"I guess. Son even with that flaw of yours," Kal was referring to Jedi's ironic Force sensitivity, "which makes us better, remember that. You're a good Mandalorian, never let anyone tell you otherwise."
"Thanks, Kal'buir." Jedi smiled. To be praised by his father was the one thing he absolutely strived for. It was praise the entire galaxy couldn't match.
2 BBY
Kal looked at Jedi and repeated, "Do you understand me?"
"I…I think I do Kal'buir." Jedi was shocked to understand what he was hearing. Although the galaxy had found itself in the unlucky position of being thrust into Palpatine's greedy fist and plunged into darkness he never expected his father to give him this mission. "Uhh… may I ask why you're letting me do this."
"Because they were slaughtered without a fight, even they deserved to go down with honor and glory. Besides I think now they realized you're not just numbers, you're people." Commando looked at his father, he had known that Kal wasn't against saving fugitive Jedi, he hated the Empire more, but Commando didn't expect to be told to aid any resistance or give any survivor of Order 66 refuge. Now he finally felt he was doing something important for what remained of the order of heroes he respected dearly. "Thanks, Kal'buir, and I really mean it, thanks."
With that he walked out. "Skirata what took you so long!" His brother Sev Fett fumed outside the door. "In case you haven't noticed we told Tawny we'd help her with a job she was working on and I like to make a good impression on my wife."
"Hey, you're married, not dating, as long as you remember your anniversary you're fine." He chuckled, "For me its drinks and one night stands, nothing more."
"Yeah like you've had one of those. Just wait until you meet a girl you actually love, then we'll talk. Maybe we can find that girl you saved last year and see if she'd take you."
"I doubt it," Jedi replied. He remembered that girl. Maybe he'd meet up with her again and have some fun this time. He sighed then finished, "Well I'll be a good little ad'ika and save your relationship."
"Yeah it's about time you learned something like that."
Notes:
Di'kut-idiot
Chaakar-thief
Ad'ika-little one
Buir-father
Vode-brothers