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Turmoil has engulfed the Galactic Republic. Rising political conflict has caused a major political shift within the Republic. The Trade Federation disputes the Galactic Republic in conducting taxation of trade lanes. Breaking the blockade of the Trade Federation during The Battle of Naboo brought to light the existence of a Clone private the Trade Federation, as well as many corporations have come together with planetary governments to form the Confederation of Independent Systems; although in public they maintain their neutrality. The Congress of the Republic are endlessly debating the issues at hand. As unrest builds up in the senate thousands of systems make declarations to leave the Republic, and join the C.I.S. A Cold war has begun between the C.I.S. and the Republic as both sides build up their armies. One the Clone Production world of Kamino a legend is born...
CT-7567 Training Day #1: 0600 Hours
A series of beeping, followed by a momentary high pitched drone. A blinding light. These are the first memories for many Clones as they begin to become genetically engineered to be super soldiers. Taun We, a kaminoan was inspecting the new units inside the cloning facilities of Tapioca City. The room she was in was large. Filled with thousands of birthing pods. In each pod held one unit. One clone. Taun We walked up to one particular unit. His section of pods were designed to breed clones for a greater purposes. The round room and blue lights were not something the little clones understood at the moment, but they were programmed with being able to fluently understand; although not able to speak; galactic basic. The unit that Taun We had walked up to was being breed with the specific goal of him being a leader. As such he would enter active duty within the Grand Army of The Republic at the biological age of about 30, as opposed to the regular 20. He would be more mature, and smarter than the average trooper. But to reach that end, he would have to grow up, and complete his training. If he failed to meet either of these goals, he would be terminated. A different unit would take his place. It had been done before. Among her colleagues and herself Taun We was confused. If the Jedi and the Republic had requested this order for a Clone Army, why had they not taken steps to oversee its completion? As strange as it may be, it mattered little to her. It allowed for the screening process to be more efficient. No doubt the Jedi would place these units lives as more important than military efficiency. But it was a needless worry. One she put aside. Taun We finally reached the edge of the unit, accompanied by one her peers. Together they observed the infant.
"Madam, will you speak to it?" The male Kaminoan asked Taun We.
"I shall." Taun We said in reply before shifting her attention to the floating infant unit. "Welcome to consciousness Little One. Today is a big day, because it is your first day. Your designation will be expect big things from you. But Little One, head my warning. You have been breed in a dangerous time. Although your inherent physical traits will be what often wins the day; remember that a sharp mind can be the key to survival. In that regard you will be superior to your more common brethren. Now good remember these words. And good luck." And with that Taun We turned around, as CT-7567 consciousness turned to white.