Hello SW readers!

So this is a story I came up with a while ago, and it is focussed mainly on two Ocs within a clone medical station and their journey up to Order 66 and beyond.

I am aware that often OC's are not fun to read about, but I beg of you to give this story a chance and at least read the three first chapters before you make your decision about continuing or not!

I promise you will not be disappointed!

HELL WAS WHITE

I shivered.

The white medic station's clamping dock encompassed around our small shuttle like the jaws of a giant metal beast. The clone pilot adjusted the ship's gravity repulsers, flicking down several tabs that did something or another. The loud hiss issued like a screech in my ears as result of the air lock suctioning into place.

The pilot finished shutting the ship's controls down and sat quietly, his job well done, before two other clone guards stood up in unison on the either side of a Jedi master. The Jedi stood up lastly, with an air of complete calm and superiority which he had been aiming at me the whole ride.

"Get up, it's time to go," said the male Bothan dressed in light robes. I had the worst feeling that I would greatly regret ever submitting to this new occupation at the Republic's main medic space center.

Not only was I a complete foreigner to a life of death, but I was estranged from every Jedi, co-worker, patient or any other being I would ever see or come to know during the whole next course of my life. I was born into the ranks of Night Sisters; destined to be forever distrusted and despised unjustly by the Jedi and possibly the rest of the galaxy.

There were either those who knew of Night Sisters and scorned us for our "magic" and "mystic" practices or there were those who simply refused to believe in our existence.

I stood complacently and the Jedi Bothan stepped out toward the air lock first. I followed and was tailed by the two clone guards. It made me uneasy to look at these droid like figures of war. They walked in unison, talked the same, looked the same, and ALWAYS followed orders. I wondered if they really were humans under those helmets.

I would soon find out.

Everything was white; the walls, the floors, the doors even the occupants we happened across wore pristine white clothes.

Every single aspect of the medic station's architecture and design was oddly assuaging and encouraged a sense of swirling, soothing comfort to the eye. Kaminoins certainly had a knack for clean precision.

In time, I would most certainly learn how deeply rooted this trait took place around here. I followed the Jedi quietly and before long we were inside a small, rounded room. It looked like the main center of the station considering screens projected images from hundreds of cameras as well as stat measures, online documents of the patients' information, and the main halo-projector placed in the center of the room.

A tall slender female Kaminoan stood with her hands gracefully folded before her. Her large eyes blinked and she nodded her head slowly in respect towards the Jedi Bothon.
"Master Grey," she greeted in her soft, lucid voice.
"Nala Se," the Jedi returned, "I have here the force sensitive healer, Vee Yue Kaveechee.

She shall provide invaluable assistance to Kaliida Shoals Medic Center." Master Collin Grey motioned for me to come forward. I did so, my shoulders square and yellow eyes intently focused. Administrator Nala Se seemed to scrutinize me as I stood before her.

"I assume she is of a gentle nature," It was more of a question then a statement, "These men require tender care," Nala Se said.
"She will learn," Master Grey assured the medic adviser, "She will learn," he repeated, almost to convince even himself.

I was devastated by the lack of confidence they had in my skill and ability to nurse sick men. It seemed that this Jedi had forgotten, I decided to make something better of myself and had dedicated myself to this occupation, in hopes of redeeming my spirit and conscience in preforming aid for the right side of the Force. It had taken me sixteen years, but I had done it all the same.

"Master Jedi, I must remind you that all workers must meet this station's standards.." Nala Se reminded delicately.
At this point, I spoke up.
"I promise you, I have provided proper aid to many of my sisters when in dire need. I lack no experience in this field," I said, struggling to hide the contempt in my tone.

Nala Se exuded amusement by the slight lift of her eye lids.

"Well then, I shall see to her room arrangements," said the administrator. The Kaminoin turned away with remarkable elegance for such a tall, slender creature. The Bothon Jedi Master turned to look at me and bowed.
"I will be back in two weeks time to assess your compatibility in this assignment, on behalf of the Jedi Council," he said.

He then turned and left the room, not even a proper good bye, the two clones following after. Feeling suddenly alone and awkward, my eyes darted around the room and spotted two men sitting at the central desks not too far from me. I hadn't noticed them before; they'd been so quiet. Looking from one to the other, I realized they had identical faces. The only difference between them was their facial hair. One had a goatee. But everything else about them was positively the same.

Was this what these clones looked like? Was that the face under every clone helmet I'd seen thus far? It seemed hard to believe. I was careful not to stare, but when I noticed in the corner of my eye that they both had turned their heads to look at me once or twice, I found it wouldn't hurt anything to open conversation. I was stuck waiting for Nala Se anyway.

I approached them casually.
"So, you the ones who run this place?" I asked, aiming to place a compliment in a joke at the same time. They looked at me, clearly unsure at what I was trying to say.
"Uh...we're working hard miss, if that's what you mean," said the clone closest to me; the one with the goatee. His voice was both gruff and charming with an accent. I liked it, and briefly wondered if all of them had that voice.

"No, I just meant...Forget it," I gave up, and instantly felt completely embarrassed and out of place. The two clones looked at each other in perplexity. I would have to do far better then this to make a good impression.
"Look, as you probably heard, I'm new here, and I'm going to need some help adjusting," I explained with a sigh, "What can I do to not make myself a total fool on my first day?" I asked. They both looked at me blankly before the clean faced clone cracked a grin.

"Sweety, all you gotta do is stand there and let me look at ya," the clone grunted, bringing his eyes to swoop up and down my body. I stood with my mouth agape, genuinely surprised at such a bold statement from a clone! Not that I every thought they were incapable of feeling... but flirting had been the last thing I expected. I wasn't even wearing anything too special, just my usual, skin tight, Night Sister garbs.

The other clone promptly slapped his identical twin on the arm.
"Don't talk to a superior officer like that," Goatee scolded his brother clone, "Pardon him, he lacks sufficient mouth restraint. A trait of his batch I'm afraid."
"Superior officer huh?" I inquired.
"Yes, we are servants under the Jedi ma'am," he answered.
"Well, I'm no Jedi," I said folding my arms, "I'm just here to play nursemaid."
"But you're a healer aren't you? Isn't that something Jedi can do?" the clone asked, his eyes questioning.

"Yes, but I'm not a Jedi. I just know how to use the Force," I explained. The clones looked at each other as if they'd never heard of such a thing. They probably hadn't.
"So where does that place me in rank status now?" I asked.
"You are my personal assistant Miss Kaveechee," came the unexpected answer from Nala Se. I turned and watched her approach, a data pad in her hands.

"Your place is both above and beneath these men. Above because you have permission to order prescriptions and command certain treatments for their care, and beneath because, your life on this station is for the soul purpose of servitude toward these wounded soldiers who need our help," she expressed general tenderness in her voice but whether it was to me or simply concerning the men whom she spoke of, I wasn't sure. I blinked, taking in this statement and letting it toss around in my brain.

"Now if you'll excuse us, I'm going to show Miss Kaveechee her quarters," Nala Se said, nodding to the soldiers sitting at the computers.
"Please, hearing my last name makes me think I'm in trouble. Call me Vee Yue, or just Vee, if you wish," I said, flashing a grin to the soldiers so they knew they also had my permission. The clean cheeked soldier winked at me as I turned to leave with the Kaminoin and before we were out of ear shot I heard a prompt SWAT! and then an "Ouch! what? My eye lid twitched!"
"Yeah, and your eye will be swelling too if it twitches like that again!"

I tried my best to memorize the way to my room through the numerous passages and doors. I didn't bother cautioning myself of what an idiot I'd feel like if I made a mistake like that. I felt myself bristle the minute I saw the contents of my room. So plain, so...refined. To put it lightly, the den just wasn't my style. I walked in, trying to disguise my disgust. But Kaminoans were surprisingly more observant then I realized.

"You are displeased?" Nala Se looked at me carefully.
"No! No no no," I shook my head, "Although...uh...maybe I can do some decorating..?" I inquired delicately. Nala Se took a moment to digest my request.
"I suppose that would be acceptable," she said finally with a slow blink. I walked to investigate some white fabric folded on the end of my bed.
"What is this? Sleep wear or something?" I asked, unfolding the drab white coverings and holding it out arms length.
"Is that supposed to be funny where you come from?" the Kaminoin asked in complete ignorance. I didn't like that tone though. Something in it suggested she was being rude. I wasn't trying to be disrespectful, honest!

"This is what you shall be wearing from now on," the administrator said.
"Why?" I asked, looking at it in unconcealed horror.
"Because your current garb will most likely be...distracting..to the men," Nala Se answered me. I could tell she was irritated now by the way she held her eyelids lower and I feared this was not getting off to a good start. I hadn't known to dress any different so it wasn't my fault. Plus, no one had exactly mentioned a dress code before the temple signed me up as a resident healer!

"Oh..." I replied, "My apologies. I'll change right away," I promised. The administrator nodded.
"Once you are properly attired, I will afford you an escort to give you a walk about the station. You will need to know your way around to be of proper use to me," Nala Se finished.
"Yes, Administrator," I replied respectfully. She then walked out and left me to change.

My new clothing was very simple and perhaps too concealing for my taste, but I had to get used to it. I liked seeing my Zabrak tattoos on my arms and legs but if it was necessary to cover them for the benefit of the soldiers, then I would. The robes were pretty long, but I had white pants to go beneath as well.

Looking in the mirror, I couldn't help but see myself as a skinny marshmallow. I sighed and went for my door. Outside, a clone waited. His helmet was on and he was in all white as well.
"If it weren't so warm in here I'd say we were on Hoth," I muttered to him. He saluted when I faced him.
"Ma'am," he addressed in that same attractive accent.
"Call me Vee Yue," I corrected, "And take off that helmet. It feels so darn impersonal to stare at a visor. I much prefer eyes."

I could tell the trooper looked bewildered at my request when he stood rigidly but he did as I asked and put his helmet under one arm.
"Your name and rank?" I inquired.
"I'm a Private, ID# 25001," he answered.
"You go by numbers here?" I asked, astonished, "How very droid like. Doesn't that defeat the purpose of you being human?"
"We have nicknames Miss Vee Yue, but they are only used between us close brothers," he answered stiffly, his brown eyes narrowed. Apparently I had a lot to learn...
"Ah,"

I fell silent. An awkward moment ensued, but the clone private soon rescued me.
"I was issued by Administrator Nala Se to give you a walk-about," he said, "If you would, follow me." He then turned and began striding purposefully down the halls. I followed promptly.

It was a sea of white death.

Men, identical every where I turned, were in pain, suffering from fatal wounds ranging in all areas of the body, even some under mental torture. I won't ever forget the instant I saw a trooper rocking back and forth in a chair, his head bandaged, hands clamped together and pressed hard against his forehead. He kept mumbling, "What did I do? What did I do?"

It was a complete emotional shock on my part.

I had never felt such pity or guilt for someone in my life. It was quite a disturbing experience. I passed white tomb upon tomb of men groaning in pain, wallowing in the cruelty of life and somehow finding strength to fight on for a future. What future did they have? I had heard these men were bred for war.

What did life hold for them other then death? I was greatly burdened with theses thoughts as I walked on in silence, listening to the private's explanation of each station sector and treatment bases. The most critically wounded were placed together in a large section of hall way, while those not so damaged were receiving minor treatment in another part.

There was a section for amputated limbs, head injuries, mental impediments, and those who were subject to diseases (these men, I was told, were harbored in separate rooms with limited outside interaction).

I was utterly horrified and, for the first time, I did not see one reasonable cause for war to be worth this. With so many casualties surrounding me, it was difficult to grasp what good there was in life without being swallowed into a worm hole of depression.

By the end of the tour, I found myself quite literally sucked of all energy, and I hadn't even began to work yet! It had taken us all day to view the station before the private brought me back to my room. And it was a good thing he was there to guide me, because I probably wouldn't have been able to sort my thoughts out well enough to determine which was right from left.

"I've been ordered to request you get a full night sleep ma..er..Miss Vee Yue," he corrected himself quickly before I could catch him, "Nala Se says you'll need as much energy as you can muster for tomorrow," he said, replacing his helmet.

"Very good. And uh...I'm a little hungry..if it's not too much-"
"A hot plate of food is waiting in your room now miss," he cut over me, "You start work in the morning, 0600 sharp," he ordered. He then nodded to me and stepped away.

I retreated back into my room quickly.

It was a bit strange; I was beginning to feel like a prisoner in this white hell hole now.

What had I gotten myself into?