Planet Kamino

20 years before Battle of Geonosis

Jango Fett's Chambers

"Mr. Fett," Taun We began, "we have encountered a slight problem with a prototype of your clones… Follow me, if you'd please?" Jango looked up from cleaning his armor, and grunted, before standing up. Taun We led him through a maze of corridors and hallways before stopping at an improvised nursery. She gestured for him to enter.

Jango opened the door, and stepped inside. A lone Kaminoan was standing above a single cradle, seemingly in shock. He didn't care about the aiwhya-baits' names; they just paid him well.

He looked down, and did a double take. This was not a normal clone. The clone had the same dark hair, brown eyes, and tan Jango had- virtually everything a clone should be, except for one thing:

Jango was a human male, and had a penis. This baby did not; it was a girl. He stared in shock for a few minutes, before the damned long-necked fish bait interrupted him. He asked, "We were about to terminate it. Do you wish to observe?" The sheer emotionless tone was range-inducing.

He scooped the girl up, and gave a single word answer: "No." He left, and said simply, "She's mine."

At his chambers, he grabbed a few blankets and wrapped her up. She giggled and grabbed at his hands. He grinned a little, tickling her. He stopped at stared at her, head cocked slightly. She mimicked him perfectly, wide brown eyes staring back.

"I think I'll name you… Ka'rta."

SKIP 7 YEARS

Ka'rta waited for the perfect moment. All she had to do was wait… NOW!

She jumped from her hiding spot on top of a cliff, and landed on the lumpy head of a rancor. The beast thrashed about, grabbing at her. She nimbly dodged, the armor she was wearing proving no resistance to her movements. She shot the left claw with a flame thrower, following with an electrical shock dart into the open wound.

The rancor screamed again, and stopped clawing momentarily. That was all she needed.

She leaned down, and grabbing thermal detonators off her belt, armed and threw them down the beast's throat, ejecting her gauntlet mounted beskar blades into the eyes of the great animal. It roared- well, gurgled- before she slid down the back, and propelled herself off the lower back, boosting herself with the jetpack on her back.

She landed on a knee, before glancing over at the choking rancor. Its guts suddenly exploded, and a stream of blood painted her mask red. She grinned- another target killed, another poem to write. Father will be proud.

SKIP 5 YEARS

Ka'rta stripped off her black and red armor, which was highlighted with fashionably placed orange markings. Hey, she was a girl- she did girly things like clothes shopping once in a while. It's not like Kamino was a convenience center or anything.

Soon, all that was left was a black body suit, which she covered with a dark red jacket, black old military-styled cargo pants, dark brown rancor hide boots, and Krayt dragon leather gloves. Very smuggler-like outfit; she loved it... but Jango, not so much. (Kinda imagine the Scoundrel starter clothes from KOTOR with black cargo pants.)

She slipped on her pistol holster on her right thigh, and slid the refurbished D-416 Rampage Disruptor pistol her father got her, the repainted black body gleaming. She slipped in a power pack, leaving the safety on.

After navigating the hallways, she arrived next to her father, and copied his position, arms crossed, looking down below. Clones- all male, to her annoyance- ran about, shot at ranges, or did drills with their screaming instructors. She looked farther right and saw good ole Kal Skirata running his commando trainees through a few courses, slipping them uj cake when they finished. She smiled at that- good ole Kal'buir.

Jango looked at her, and gave her a look she could not place. She figured it was time for "that", though. Reading her mind, he nodded, handing her a red uniform, a knife, and a new DC-17S pistol.

She took one last look at her precious Rampage Disruptor. A few minutes later, she came back. Despite her slightly curvy figure, her now-crew cut hair and matching uniform were the exact same as her clone brothers. She worked on her voice manipulation for years now- she was sure it would be fine.

She paused in front of the door; she ran back suddenly, wrapping her arms around her father. "Goodbye, for now, Jan'buir," she mumbled into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her as well, sighing. "I'll be watching you, Ka'ika," he whispered into her hair, "promise."

They separated, and she gave him a watery smile. "Well," she hiccuped, twirling the new pistol, "time to show them what big sister's got."