(Author's Note: This takes place in the Star Wars universe and, more specifically, the ECaS Fanfic located here: s/10574133/1/Elite-Corps-among-Squads)

Two years ago, there was a dangerous shootout in the streets of coruscant. The firefight, which started and lasted for only ten minutes, claimed the lives of three commandos, two police units, seven ARC units, twenty three civilians and the disappearance of the fourth commando of the squad.

Since then, there has been a lot of controversy over the incident we now know as the blackened harvest incident. Questions and rumors still cloud the air, one of the most important being what happened to the missing commando. Even the republic itself still does not have a complete grasp of what happened. Several weeks after the incident, the republic intelligence agency sent out a military payed civilian journalist to question military, government, and civilian officials on the location and backstory on the missing commando. The reporter was not given military backing of any kind. Some of the names and dates have been hidden or changed to hide the identities of the report.

This was never published or filed.

Sgt Maj. Fesbil ██████

[I figured that the best place to start would be the Kaminoan cloning center on, where else, Kamino. Fesbil's office is comfortable and, like all Kaminoan accommodations, pristine. Fesbil ██████ is a trainer of the clones here on this base, a trainer of Republic Commandos. His gruff stature and unwavering way of thinking makes him perfect as a trainer. I mention CT: ████ and Fesbil takes a moment of silence before speaking, gathering his thoughts.]

Are you a coder, Mr. █████? And I don't mean holographic code, I mean binary. Not a lot of people do it now-a-days. It's like a dead language, no one cares to touch it. To learn it. But what I can understand of it, it's a language made up of ones and zeros repeated over and over. But every now and then, you get that one typo. That one two or that one added digit.

Cloning is very similar in a lot of ways. It's the same thing repeated over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. But every now and then you get that one screw up. That one special clone, like when a holo-recording skips. All it takes is one little mistake in the computing. And poof, we get a little bump in the long line of clones. Sometimes it's a clone with blonde hair, sometimes a clone with a bit of a stutter, sometimes the clone born with blue eyes. But there was only one clone that was altered in such a devastating way... There was CT: ████... Rats...

Rats was a... Special little guy. He was shot out of the testing tube too early, which was lucky for him. Any later and he would have grown three stomachs... Rats was that kind of genetic skip where instead of skipping a little digit of code, maybe altering a complexion tone, you skip a whole line of code. And that's how you get Rats. So, how did it happen? The most common, and, outlandish theory is the doctor theory. Someone decided to "alter" with the cloning process... When Rats was born, he was born without the ability to think morally, without conscience. He had no language skills until... Well, you'll see. He had no capacity for giving, or taking any form of compassion. To him, people were like objects. Assets. A means to an end. He even saw himself that way, which is what I think went wrong on that fateful day...

Rats wasn't supposed to live. His kidney's and liver where around half the size of what they should be. Needless to say he was a lightweight if I ever saw one. Got sick every time someone so much as sneezed. He was albino, sensitive to sunlight. Made it impossible to go outside without his helmet in the daytime. And more importantly, the whole social side of his brain was fucked from the start. I didn't think he even said a word until he was twelve.

It was when he fifteen when I knew he would be trouble. Up until his teen years I don't think he had much trouble with the other clone kiddies. They generally got along. But as they grew up and Rats still didn't say much, more and more judgment started to pass. More and more kids started laying into him, making fun of him. They didn't think of the bigger picture, about war. When clones are kids, they're foolish. They don't really know just what kind of things they're being bred to do, all they know is that they're being bred to do something. Imagine waking up everyday, being reminded you were made for something, and then not being told what. It didn't sit well with them... So like any other angry confused kids, they lashed out. And Rats was their favorite target.

Anyways, the kids started making fun of Rats. Personally, I don't blame them really... But that's not to say it was acceptable. I stopped it when I could, but the other trainers didn't. I think that's why Rats only really talked to me, on those few occasions... But soon there was a shift and I know exactly when. It was when he was seventeen. This kid starts yelling at Rats for doing something, I can't really remember what. It was something trivial like bumping in to him. Anyways, during the middle of this yelling Rats looks at him, right in his eyes, and spits unto his face.

Now, what happened next is exactly what'd you'd expect. Rats got the sh!t kicked out of him. The kid just layed into him, started throwing Rats around. In the middle of it Rats raised his voice for the first time, he yelled out: "Stop". Afterwords, both eyes bruised, lacerations all along forehead, his lip was busted in several places, and two missing teeth. But after that... It all changed.

You see, Rats' mind is a whole lot different from the other clones. That was evident from the very start. But his whole mindset on teamwork and comrade ship was completely different from that of other clones. Where as clones looked at each other as brothers, Rats looked at other clones as assets. Nothing more. He didn't see clones as people. He saw them as tools. He didn't see himself as a person, and that's partially the reason why he is called Rats.

When the time came two years later to ship out, he was the most skilled unit in the whole batch. Trust me when I say no one f*cked with him anymore, and certainly that kid from earlier got what came to him...

There is a pause as he thinks about what he is going to say next I don't think you just understand completely how much of a change this is... Rats went from someone we were considering tossing into the janitorial staff into the highest operative we've ever had in our possession. At first I was shocked, I didn't know why or even how this happened. It's certainly not everyday you see something like this. So I looked into it. Steroids? Was it drugs? Was it bribery of some sort? After monitoring him for days, I realized exactly what happened.

Comparing the security footage of the other members of his group and Rats, I realized. While the other clones were busy having fun and messing around in free time, Rats was reading his field manual for the billionth time. When other clones were busy with holo sims, he was at the firing range. When the other clones were at the cafeteria eating, he was at the gym pouring over the weights. When clones made fun of him he drank their fire, their acid and spat it right back at them. And when it came time, he rose above and beyond what he was made to do... Don't you see?... He turned his defection into a benefit...

Can we talk about the Blackened Harvest Incident? And how it happened?

Fesbil smirks slightly Hell no.