A/N: I've had this written since September, but this is the first time I've gotten it uploaded. (I wrote it in Spanish class, okay,I was bored out of my mind!)I love the clones; I just want to hug them to death! Cause don't you feel bad for them... :( They know no life outside war... imagine living like that! Okay, I'll shut up now...

Disclaimer: No, the order hasn't come in on my own Jango Fett clone, so I have been forced to borrow Darman from the book 'Hard Contact' by Karen Traviss.(Don't worry, I'll return him... eventually...)All the rest is pure me- oh, and to anyone who's reading this (cough-Jeremy-cough) I did not name him after your friend! I wrote this before I met Bobby, so shut up!

Termination

(A Clone Wars Novel)

Jade Rhade

Bobby was five years old when it was decided that he must die.

Well, that was his chronological age, anyway. Biologically, he was ten years old.

His brothers were scheduled to be terminated as well. All ninety-nine of them.

You see, Bobby was a clone; an exact genetic replica of a bounty hunter, Jango Fett. His number was 07-0491. His purpose was to serve as a soldier in the Grand Army of the Republic. He had been trained for that since his decanting.

But not any longer. Now his only purpose in life was to die.

Not to die for the glory of the Republic, but to be slain, to be terminated for a physiological defect in his vision that forced he and his brothers to squint to see clearly.

Bobby and his brothers had excelled at everything else, and by mutual agreement, their battalion had kept their vision problem a secret.

Despite their efforts, the Kaminoans found out yesterday night. They always found out.

When Bobby woke this morning and climbed out of his hibernation pod, he was alone. During the sleep cycle had been moved into a small, otherwise empty room that was covered in charred black spots.

He immediately dropped into a defensive crouch, surveying his surroundings with the wary look of a trapped animal.

He wondered if this was another test.

It wasn't.

With a whir, his sleep-pod retracted into the floor. Five-year-old Bobby squinted up at eight nozzles that emerged from the ceiling. His eyes widened when the tips of the nozzles began to glow red, then white.

Bobby's screams were cut off as he was incinerated into a pile of black ash.

I am a clone commando; RC-1136. My squad calls me Darman. I was decanted five years before Bobby was. I am a commando; Bobby was fated to be a Trooper. By all rights we should never have met. But we did, and we were friends.

So now I tell Bobby's story. And I beg you to realize the barbarity of the Kaminoan cloning system. Whoever finds this datapad... please see that it gets into the hands of the Jedi.

Perhaps, in their infinite wisdom, they will listen to the plea of one simple clone commando.

A/N: Oh, and as a side note- Fallen Angel is once again being postponed, even though I have about five chapters written. Sorry! Beneath the Surface is back into production! To anyone who's never read BtS, if you liked this, (I hope y'all did!) check out Beneath the Surface, you might like it.

Cheers and reviews!

Jade Rhade