A/N: Not a hundred percent sure whether this will continue or not. Tell me if you like it and it WILL continue without a doubt. P.S. Yes, yes I fuckin did. Thank ya kindly for stopping in. Please enjoy

A second chance at life would excite most. Horrify others. And have people somewhere in the midway. I was...a bit of an outlier. I just...didn't care. Three days before my death my best friend and his families house went up in smoke. I got fired for missing the days while grieving. And to put the cherry on top, got killed by a police officer who was trying to shoot the man behind me...by shooting through me.

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You could say I was a tad disillusioned with the thought of another life. And as if the universe couldn't hammer the point of me having shit luck harder, I was a damn test tube baby. And, if the tall and freaky aliens outside the pod of mine were what I thought they were, then I was a clone. But...that couldn't be. My skin was red for one. I could feel everything around me in an intimate way, even hear thoughts and read emotions.

The force...

My traitorous logic informed. Not to mention I was in a room made all for me that was, in all probability, miles beneath the...surface? Sea level? The fuck was it called on Kamino? Ah, who cares, I was a special clone. One who could use the force. It had been-if my makers were only visiting once or twice a day-almost a year trapped in here, listening to the planet, to the animals, to the sea. Listening to the thoughts of the clones, of the scientists, of the dangerous yet fair man who all these thousands above me were based off of. Which also meant a slow year of boredom. My growth rate seemed normal, though, again, test tube baby. But, hey, at least it could be-

"So this is the child?" A wizened old voice drawled, scaring me from my focus so bad I twitched in my pod.

'I didn't even finish the thought goddamnit!' I mentally shouted, my small eyes meeting those of the not-yet-emperor himself. They were curious, those yellowish-blue eyes. The way they glinted when ours connected was...worrying.

"Is he aware?" The man asked. Without even awaiting an answer he walked forward, coming within inches of my pod. The scientist began to ramble out a genetic-jargon version of 'no.' I felt a dark, angry, sickening brush of something against my connection to the force.

'GET AWAY!' I felt justified in the way I thrashed in that pod, pushing everything away from me in an attempt to keep Palpatine's presence as far from my own as possible. Unfortunately, the saying 'didn't know my own strength' was scarily accurate. Everything in the room flew backwards, Palpatine and the Kaminoan included. When both had shaken off the rather hearty shove, pulling themselves back into a standing position, the room had been cleared. All the precious equipment having been flung into not-so-neat little rows along the bottom of the walls.

"Good lord…" I heard the taller humanoid mutter, looking aghast. Palpatine looked as if christmas had come early. Twice. On the same day, with double the gifts. And another christmas was to happen later in the year. In other words really fuckin pleased with himself.

"How long until he can begin training?" The man asked in barely withheld excitement. The scientist looked at his notes, muttering some mumbo-jumbo about calculations.

"His muscle strength should be good enough once we start physical therapy-"

"Start it tomorrow." The old man said. "Jedi begin training at three, so can he, it's clear he is ready." The scientist looked hesitant but nodded, leading the old man from the room, ordering two guards-'Since when did I have guards?'-to clean up the mess.

"Whoa…" One of them muttered in the sexy voice of Dee Bradley Baker. "Looks like a non-thermal went off in here…" He trailed off, the visor of his helmet trained onto me. Or, rather, on his partner, who was a few inches from my pod, helmet off and having a staring contest with me.

'Jokes on you, this fluid keeps my eyes ready, I don't need to blink!' I crowed victoriously in my head, snickering mentally when he lost, rubbing his abused eyes and grumbling obscenities. He and the other soon got to cleaning, leaving me to contemplate...well, a lot. Firstly; I was made for Palpatine as perhaps a student or weapon. Shit. Secondly; I was three. I had spent three years trapped inside this little pod...time flies, huh? Thirdly; I was going to be alive for the clone wars...and probably against the clones. Fuck. A. Rancor.

"Hey, Gundark looking kid." A finger tapped against my pod. I felt an odd kinship with fish in that moment. I also knew what a gundark was, so my glare at him was extra baleful. He looked surprised as he skidded back a few inches...or feet...alright so I threw him on his ass-but it was an accident, I swear! "Damn, kiddo!" The trooper laughed, pulling himself up with his compatriots help.

"Idiot…" His partner mumbled. They both stepped close to my pod, though, looking curiouser then kittens. "I wonder what the big shots are doing with a kid that can use the force…" His partner snorted.

"Forget it, Izu, they probably were looking for a way to mass-produce generals just like they mass produce us." The one on the left said. Now that they were closer I could see an odd paint job on his helmet. It looked like a string of gauze wrapping around his nose and head.

"Ko!" The one on the left-who also had a unique marking, a splash of black paint covering his right eye and surrounding area-shouted, cuffing his friends head. "Don't talk like that, it's disrespectful!" 'Izu' reprimanded.

'Christ these two are like a slapstick comedy duo.' I thought to myself, watching as they devolved into senseless bickering over the smallest stuff while working on cleaning. 'The nicknames they've given themselves are familiar too…' I hummed in my tank, thinking nothing more of it as they neared completion.

Vwhoo-buong

Something flew across the room in front of me….my god. The idiots were throwing shit at each other. I would normally call this childlike, but the way they threw shit was professional and skilled. Like they were used to throwing stuff with the intent to kill. Knife throwing was a clone skill, perhaps?

"Incoming!" While in my thoughts on the 'fight' happening, I forgot all about said fight. It was the excuse I gave myself for panic yanking.

(For those of you who are unaware, 'panic _'ing is a force user panicking and relying on instinct. In this case, he curled up like you would on reflex should something try to hit your face. He, however, accidentally did that through the force, sending the object closer and faster instead.)

The object-a small, cylindrical thing-suddenly changed course mid air, shooting into his pod...and staying.

"Oh...shit." Ko rather accurately stated when the hole the little thing punched began to send a spiderweb of cracks across the surface. In a childlike fit of vengeance, I sent a large bubble of annoyance into their minds through the force. And then my pod shattered. I could hear some far off warning device begin to whine. The fear, panic, and general 'oh shit' emotions that suddenly flared from the scientists far above-combined with the confusion of thousands of clones-told me exactly what that alarm was for.

"Ko!" I twitched on the floor, steadily making my way into control.

"That wasn't me! The damn thing changed direction mid-flight!" Regaining my sense of direction, I made to stand.

"Well, you started it!" I finally, finally managed to get up on my own power after years.

"Bullshit I did!" I shook out my limbs, toddlering over to the arguing clones and patting the leftmost ones shin guard for attention. He looked down at me, lost.

"Your fault." I said, using the force to enhance the kick I planted on his shin. His partner, Izu, laughed loudly at the, visibly enjoying the way that Ko hopped around, cursing silently in Kaminoan while he tried to stay balanced. I laughed with the other clone. We kept laughing-me leaning against him, him leaning against a wall-when the scientists rushed in, freezing and looking rather flabbergasted at the clone rolling on the floor, holding his shin while we laughed with over him.

"Snnrk…" One snorted, another chuckled because of it. In a matter of moments, we were all laughing at the stupidity of the moment. Except Ko, he was very embarrassed.

-Four years, Nine months, Twenty Four days Later-

It had been a trip thus far. That's about all he could say for his second life. Intense training with palpatine and his new, proper apprentice, Maul. Trying to not get used to the clones-and failing miserably. Yep. A real...real…'oh lord, it's happening again.'

A sudden lack of noise, a thrumming sensation through his very being...Ahsoka Tano stood before him, attentive as she stared at something to his right.

"Oh dear…" he drawled, barely withholding a smirk at the way she stiffened, her eyes hardening in determination as she stared at whichever Jedi was teaching her and the other group of Padawan learners. "Have I come at a bad time, again?" The way her eyes flicked to him for less than a second spoke a thousand words. He stood from his chair, placing the datapad he should have been studying aside as he strolled forward, walking in circles around her with a chuckle. "I really must stop making a habit of this…"

"Shoo!" She snapped under her breath, her eyes flickering about before she visibly forced herself to act casual. He eyed her robes, watching as they swayed and fluttered a small bit.

"Your in the gardens…" He guessed, turning away from her and walking up to the place where he assumed the Jedi she was listening to would be. He turned back to look at her with a smirk. "And your instructor is somewhere around here…" He gestured to the area, enjoying how her little fingers twitched, probably wanting to wrap around his equally little neck. "I'd say its...eight or nine in the morning." He estimated, remembering that Coruscant was the galactic basis for the Universal Galactic Clock, and calculating for the distance. His smirk widened with her eyes. She straightened, bowing.

"Thank you for the lesson, master." Ahsoka scurried off, walking through his wall. He jogged out of the room, skidding a bit as he pulled to a halt, his all black outfit and red skin clashing with the whitewashed corridor.

"Ahsoka…" He trailed off, watching her hang a sudden right through the corridor wall...into open air. He walked to the nearest window-it being a few feet from her position curled up in, well, midair. "I presume you are alone?" He asked, his own brown eyes darting to be sure the corridor to his rooms was clear. He leaned against the windowsill while smirking down at her, she glared up at him, resting on her heels. She seemed to have hidden in a bush of some kind.

"You have the suckiest timing!" She whisper-shouted, no doubt trying to be stealthy. "And what are you doing?" She asked, staring at his body.

"Ah." He murmured. "I presume there is no branch or object I'm leaning against for you?" Her head shook in the negative. He hummed quietly. "Well I do suppose we're even." He said with a shrug.

"What do you mean?" She asked quietly.

"On my end you are outside, in the pouring rain, floating in midair." He deadpanned, chuckling a bit at her smothered giggles and shaking shoulders. "Anyways, how've you been?" He asked.

"Ehh, lessons are boring, but I'm getting better at staying focused." She said, shrugging. "You?"

"Lessons are positively dreadful and I can't get more than seven hours rest before being dragged off to a new set of training." He murmured, propping his head against a fist. "By the way," he said, smiling softly, "Happy Birthday." She looked surprised. "I know I'm a few days late but loathe I am to admit it the timing for these sessions is random." he explained, avoiding eye contact. The seven year old giggled again, bowing slightly.

"Thank you very much." She said, looking like she wanted to hug him, but they had a strict set of rules. No touchy. He had seen what that shit did in TLJ and would have none of it...yet.

"Right then, I take it you haven't forgotten our Oath?" He asked, fearing she might have under the oppression of the Jedi. Thankfully, however, she nodded, standing and taking a deep breath. He followed suit, straightening and taking a lungful of the sterilized O2 on Kamino. She started the mantra.

"There is no dark side, nor a light side…"

"There is only the Force..."

"I will do what I must to keep the balance…"

"There is no Good without evil…"

"But Evil must not be allowed to flourish..."

"There is passion…"

"Yet peace...there is serenity…"

"Yet emotion...there is Chaos…'

"Yet Order…"

"There is no light without the dark."

"Through Passion, I gain Focus."

"Through Knowledge, I gain Power."

"Through Serenity, I gain Strength."

"Through Victory, I gain Harmony."

"There is Freedom in Life."

"There is Purpose In death."

"The Force is all things and I am the Force."

"Very good." He said, smiling at the calm expression on her face. She hid it well, but the path of suppressed emotions she had been led down was getting to her. He could feel the force flowing more smoothly through her as she took deep, controlled breaths. "Without sounding like more of your instructors, well done." He said with a small smile. The sound of a raindrop hitting the window pinged in his ears. Her head whipped to the side at some small noise.

"Times up…" she murmured, standing and brushing off the loose parts of her robes that probably had a bit of dirt from resting there.

"So it seems…" He murmured, frowning slightly at the thought. Determination filled his very being. "I will have this bonding ability under control next time we meet." He said, said. He managed a quick "Goodbye." Before she faded from view, the sound of the storm hitting him like a bullet train. He physically recoiled at the burst of sound, almost tripping on his way backwards. He took a deep breath, turning to head back to his rooms,

And slapping face first into the muscled chest of Maul.

"Boy...what was that?" The Zabrak muttered, his eyes flicking between me and the window.

"What was what-?"

"Do not toy with me, boy." He growled. "That Oath...what was it? It's clear there was...something else here." The taller male said, his presence flooding the area. He was trying to sense for Ahsoka!

"Maul...I…"

"You do not need to fear me," Maul said, smirking confidently. "If you are hiding this from our bastard of a mentor then I'm all for it."

'Ah yes, I forgot that Maul Isn't exactly the biggest fan of Palpatine quite yet…' With a sigh, he pulled Maul into his room by the hand. It would be a good few hours before anybody heard from them.

But it didn't matter because Maul would die not a month later.

-Four years, Two months, Eight Days Later-

"Ahsoka, please stop ignoring me?" He asked, kneeled on the floor of his room with an angry ten-year-old glowering at something, all while she 'sat' upon his bed.

"You haven't connected with me in two months!" She whispered harshly, flipping through what was probably a holocron in-what he hoped was-a secluded area.

"I know!" He groaned loudly, curling in on himself a bit at her blood-curdling glare. "My...teacher has been pushing me since my fellow app-classmate passed away." He stuttered, shrinking further when she closed the whatever-it-was with a loud snap.

"And just what was this 'teacher' pushing you for?" She demanded. He flinched, looking away.

"A-Ahsoka you know that I can't-"

"I'm a Jedi." She interrupted, forgoing any subtly with a growl. "Whatever it is you want to hide, I won't care!" The silence that followed was more deafening than the link. Ahsoka visibly took a moment to calm herself, looking a tad regretful as she glanced around, making sure nobody had noticed her commotion on the Tortugan's side. "Look, I-"

"I'm a Sith." He said. She froze, stalling in place and staring at him with wide eyes. "I've been hiding my identity because I know that a Jedi could never look past that fact. I tried. Once I got a handle on the connecting through the Force I tried to contact some of the higher echelons of the order. If they didn't attack me on sight for appearing without warning through the force, they brushed me off as a mad child for being a 'fake' Sith. There were other reactions too." He said.

"I..I Don't…" She stuttered.

"One thought me a form of temptation through the dark side, another thought me a hallucination of his brother. One thought me a 'gift' from the force to...enjoy." If she wasn't horrified before, well…"I feared I would make you hate me. It seems I was wrong. You don't hate me, you fear me." He chuckled bitterly. "You probably wouldn't-"

"I don't care." Now it was his turn to stall, blinking in confusion.

"I...what?" He asked, looking up to find her face mere centimeters from his own.

"I. Don't. Care." She continued, extending her hand and stopping inches from his own. "If you're a Sith then...then I'll have to show you the light. We can be those people from the Oath!" She said, gripping his hands. He panicked for a moment, expecting to see something, but...there was nothing. No future flashes, no emotional exchange, just...sight. He could see. They were in a small room, the floor a cold marble with the Jedi symbol burned into it. Through the window, he could see the sprawling skyline of an infinite city.

"Coruscant?" He whispered, looking around in confusion. She looked much the same.

"Aren't you a bit...darkly dressed for a pure white room?" she asked, turning to the window...and freezing. "Holy crap, do you live in a hurricane zone?!" She exclaimed, staring at the great ocean that was, again, storming.

"Welcome to Kamino!" He laughed, moving to stand and walking towards the window. He pulled her with him. "It's beautiful…" He murmured, watching the sun rays trail between the buildings as it slowly set. She too was watching, but out his window. Later in life, he would understand the irony of this scene. The girl of light staring into the stormy darkness, and the boy of shadows marveling at the glowing light.

"Where...exactly do you live?" She murmured, looking almost saddened.

"...It's a planet called Kamino. It was erased from the Jedi Archives by my master. I don't know its exact location, but It's just south of the Rishi maze." He said. He turned to her, opening his mouth to ask why, but her determined eyes spoke a thousand words. "Ahsoka no!"

"Ahsoka yes!" the girl giggled, making to speak again-

A knocking echoed through the door.

"Young Tano, in there, are you?" a little, wizened voice asked. Without awaiting a response, the door opened. My eyes met those of the legendary master Yoda. I have no shame in admitting that I bitched out of there, dropping Ahsoka's hands and cutting the connection with a yelp. I could taste her lingering anger at me abandoning her with him. 'Besides, it's not like she could very well hurt me for it.'

The boot that met his crotch the moment he connected with her a week later told him how wrong that thought was.

A/N: Well. This is a thing. I hoped you enjoyed. Also, yes I gave our still unnamed OC Snoke's power, yes I changed it a bit, yes I am perfectly okay with the criticism that may get. No hating, please. Reviews are life.