"Hold on to anything you can! You, strap in and grab that yoke! The screen in front of you is the rectilce for the turrets!" I bark as I fight the ship for control as the starboard main struggles to keep up.

"Got it!" The girl with the helmet replies quickly.

My scanners screech a warning as numerous contacts appear directly behind the Cavalier.

Shit, no way to outrun them got t-

Then they start breaking up one by one.

"I hope you have my spectres taken care of in there because if you don't you'll regret it, hang on while I dock with your airlock so we can get to hyperspace!" the female voice from before says authoritatively.

"Don't worry they are great in here! Just get us out of here." I say, off-put by the not so subtle threat.

Huh, that's an interesting effect

The stars streak by as I hear the airlock open with a hiss of gas and then I turn my chair to see the rest of the team that rescued me as well as what I assume to be their pilot.

What in God's name are those two? I never heard anything about intelligent life like them.

Before I can form any questions The one I know as Kanan beats me to it. "So. Who are you, where do you come from and why were you in distress? Obviously fake answers will not cut it, you were important enough to be captured and your ship to be left intact very uncommon as far as Imperial work goes."

I fidget in my seat before I decide to stand and offer the standard greeting of my caste. I slowly bring my head to my chest and run my right hand from the base of my neck to the middle of my forehead.

I hate this. People shouldn't impose these rules just because of my background, too bad any one that disregards it dies.

"What was that?" The obviously younger boy says quizzically.

"Don't you know? Everyone knows the clone greeting and acknowledgement." I say, genuinely confused.

Then something unexpected happens.

The older man pulls two pieces off his belt slaps them together and what appears to be a plasma blade erupts from it and he holds it level with my nose, while his team has those odd repeaters trained on my center of mass.

"WOAH WOAH! What did I do?" I yell as I try to flinch away and cover my torso with my arms in a crude attempt to preserve my life.

"You said you were a clone! Start talking or I give you a nose job!" Kanan states darkly and through gritted teeth.

"OK! Please don't shoot me! I will explain everything I can!" I say with a shaky voice.

Never had my life threatened by anything but a button before, this is new.

"I am a clone, #C4378 batch 4, meaning I was part of wave four of Project Lazarus, otherwise known as the salvation of mankind. See where I come from we are at war with a race of sentient spacecraft called Thargoids. They have glassed hundreds of planets, poisoned others with ammonia and the death toll is in the trillions last I knew. We developed a biological weapon, Cerberus, to combat them. That said it was not 100 percent effective, it was however 98 percent effective on humanity. The number of "truebloods" is less than 500,000, last count, So cloning was implemented."

"And what is the purpose of these clones?" The odd green alien asks me.

"Depending on who your template is, one of three things. Cannon Fodder for the Thargoids on the ground; menial labor; or servants for the truebloods. We are given no rights, little in the way of sustenance, and no mercy. The only reason I am here is because where I was stationed for menial labor was attacked by the Thargoids and I managed to escape in a Dolphin Liner. I figured I needed a name and the pilot's registration said Thomas Padmore. So I took that moniker and used it to get a proper ship. That ship is what you stand in now, the Magnanimous Cavalier." I finish with great sadness in my voice.

That was harder than I thought, I thought I would be kill-switched the moment they figured out what I was.

"The Clones we are familiar with, they, they turned on us at the end of the Clone War and they slaughtered the entire Order, so excuse me If we are a bit wary of your kind." Kanan says with a biting seethe to his tone.

Order? What order?

"Sorry," I say sheepishly, "I don't know what Order you mean."

All 5 of them do a spit take look like that was the most ridiculous thing they had ever heard.

"What do you mean, what order? The Jedi Order, only the longest running organization in the Galaxy, sworn defenders of the Republic an-" Kanan says indignantly before I cut him off.

"What Republic? There hasn't been a republic since the establishment of the Earth Confederation." I say as I massage my temples in frustration.

"Kanan, a word please?" The Green alien asks kindly.

I really need to get some names I think as Kanan and his companion walk into a separate compartment.

"Sooo, some interesting ship you go there. Lots of this tech is really foreign to anything I know, and I know lots of tech" The girl with the armor says.

"Uhh, sorry can I get your names? I am not sure I have yet." I say a bit sheepishly.

"I'm Sabine, that's Zeb, Ezra, and Hera left with Kanan." The girl, Sabine says as she points at them.

"Well, as you just heard I am Thomas Padmore, and you stride aboard the Magnanimous Cavalier."