Sorry for the very late update. Folks, this will be the last chapter of the Female Clones series. Don't worry; I'm planning to make a sequel under a different name. This story is lagging in every chapter, and my ideas are running dry. I'm sure a revamped version of Female Clones will entertain you all. So here you go: the final chapter.

Chapter 10

The Explosive Climax or The Lazy Ending (Before the New Story Shows Up)

Hundreds of Republic gunships entered the atmosphere, announcing the defeat of the Separatists forces in orbit. The battle droids cowered under the majestic firepower of the Venator-class Republic cruisers, aiding the landing of the gunships. The gunships, once on ground, unleashed an armada of fresh clone troopers, sending a volley of blaster bolts to the unsuspecting droids.

Yeah, it seemed nice to the people of Coruscant. But not for the thinning battalions who have been relentlessly trying to disperse the invading battle droids.

Fuck! Kay swore. A commando who had helped them, Nia, had been neutralized by a Magna droid. The droid had been destroyed, while it spoke in a thick southern American accent. They were all at the on-site Med Bay prepared by the reinforcements. Just a few minutes ago, a clone medic reported that Nia had succumbed, even though the medic had tried his hardest to help her.

Berserk Squad was down in the dumps, indeed. They had lost two teammates in the same day. Even Jep had not managed to crack a sexist joke.

--

'About time you got here, faggots,' said Jamie, placing the tip of his gun on his shoulder. The reinforcement clone troopers poured into the Control Bay, seizing the controls.

'Sorry, sir,' one of the newbies said. 'We got held up in orbit,'

'And I saved your shiny butts before you could save mine.' Jamie snapped.

'Sorry, sir.' The newbie said again. Jamie shook his head and walked away. He grinned under his dirty helmet as he saw a gunship was waiting for him. A clone engineer called him. 'Sir! Your advisor sent me to escort you back to the RAS Anal-log.'

'Then let's go.' Jamie said, hopping in the gunship. 'I'm hungry and I need to watch some porn. But wait—my advisor said that another commando will be coming around Where—'

'Sorry sir, but the commando has been reported dead.'

'Dandy.'

--

Her long, spidery fingers clicked on the system log, deleting every file inside the mainframe. It was a miracle that the Republic has not discovered this secret outpost. But that miracle will not last. Her master had made it clear that she must destroy everything which could connect the entire war to her master—

She heard it, even in the dark.

Kit Fisto brought down his green lightsaber with might, but Ventress deflected it with her own sabers. She glimpsed at the mainframe—only one file left. She screamed and unleashed a Force barrier, which knocked Fisto backwards.

'You will perish in this barren wasteland, Jedi!' roared Ventress, in a very manly way. Her baldness amplified the very fact.

'Trust me, lady, I've faced worse,' scoffed Fisto. 'Ever been at the end of a very long line in Taco Bell at two in the morning?'

'What has that got to do with this?'

'Mustafar's Taco Bell.'

'Oh.' Ventress did not pursue the subject. Instead, she quickly (but secretly) reached behind for the system controls and began deleting the last file. The file had a very big capacity, so it took ten minutes to delete the whole shebang. That's OK. She's faced a Jedi Master and survived in more than ten minutes before. Heck, she even survived her confrontation with the Chosen One! Though she had not killed him, Ventress did leave a nasty scar as a souvenir for that pesky Skywalker.

Fisto rushed forward, swinging his saber. Ventress ducked, avoiding the slash and struck at his feet. Fisto jumped and Ventress slid on the ground, passing him from underneath. She got back up and made a cyclone style attack. Fisto deflected the attack, but it was so strong that he was forced backwards. Ventress then stopped, and Fisto saw an opening. Again he rushed forward. This time Ventress was too slow as Fisto's blade sizzled her left shoulder. She cried in pain and fell on the ground. Fisto held his blade at Ventress's chin.

'Asajj Ventress, you are under arrest for numerous war crimes, including assassination, attempted assassination, conspiracy to commit assassination, and I don't know, maybe littering on the battlefield.'

Ventress bowed her head, and began laughing like a little girl. It was eerie for Fisto; he never saw a bald person giggle like a pre-school girl. 'The Jedi will fall. I know it, my master knows it…and even you know it, Jedi. You are just delaying the inevitable.'

'I've heard that crap a hundred times,' Fisto said. 'It's like the last testament of a soon-to-die Sith Lord.'

'I'm a Sith Lady, you tentacle-headed moron.'

'Screw you, bald bitch. Your head's like an egg shell. Even an egg would laugh at you.' His eyes flickered to the screen of the mainframe. 'What the—'

'Die.' Ventress extracted a detonator from her inventory and clicked on the self-destruct button. An explosion erupted, engulfing the whole room in a swirl of flames and black smoke.

'Fuck! That's pollution!'

--

Three scout troopers were in the desert of Geonosis to…well, to scout the place which hadn't been charted yet. Damn geographical experts in orbit didn't catch this desert of burning sand. Well, it was reported that this particular desert had a jamming device that blocked any incoming signals. So the scout troopers moved their feet through the sand, the temperature rising every second. They had speeder bikes earlier, but the heat proved to be too much for the engines. And the sniper rifles behind their backs weren't that light. So were the pistols and electro binoculars they kept attached to their belts.

And then a boom was heard.

'What the fuck was that?' the clones spun their heads around, using their visors which enhanced their vision.

'There!' the second clone trooper shouted, pointing somewhere northwest of their position.

A building which stretched sideways, hidden deep behind the sand and blazing heat. Smoke was spiraling from a small part of it.

'Let's go!' the third trooper exclaimed. He drew his pistol and sprinted toward the building. 'It must be a secret outpost for the Separatists!'

The first and second clones looked in surprise as the third clone raced forward with new vigor, yelling 'Come on! Come on!'

'What's with him?' the second trooper asked, running.

The first ran with him as he replied. 'I think he needs to use the bathroom. You know, he wolfed down twenty tacos and fifteen burritos that were found in the Geonosian's food storage.'

'Now I know where that shitty smell came from…'

--

The next three hours passed with a lot of happenings. The three scout troopers called for back up and raided the secret outpost. While waiting, the trooper with the stomach problem died in an electro-shock trap set in the bathroom. The other troopers confirmed that it was actually a prank set up by a droid for his fellow soldiers. The clone reinforcements found Fisto, lying in the Command Center, next to a heap of burnt flesh. Fisto recovered, but never got over seeing Ventress's detached and burnt scalp.

The clone technicians hacked into what remained of the outpost's mainframe. Nothing valuable was in there, but they did manage to recover a small fragment of a file under the name 'ORDER 66'. There was nothing in there, as the file was badly corrupted, and the technicians could not heal the file. Obviously, the clones did not know it was a Contingency Order of the Grand Army of the Republic. Anyway, if they did, they wouldn't remember all of it.

Fisto pondered over it while the technicians hacked for more information. Finally, he decided upon what it was.

'Must have been an overdue McDonald's order. Their cheap rates for oil drinks are attracting the lower class of droids nowadays.'

--

…

'Execute Order 66.'

'Would you like fries with that sir?'

'Oops. Sorry, wrong number. But since I called you, I think I'll have the Evil Meal.'

'Thank you for ordering our service delivery at McDonald's, sir.'

'Oh, I really like you guys. You know, you might get a big endorsement deal from the government one day.'

'Thank you, sir, but I'm sure that will never happen. The big guys don't really like us since we're actually the CIS's biggest food supplier.'

'You'll see, my friend….'

…

'Execute Order 66.'

'Yes, my lord. It will be done.'

'And go downtown to pick up my Evil Meal at McDonald's.'

'Yes, sir.'

--

The dark days came and thunder was unleashed. And I'm not talking about weather forecasts. Dark days really came and thunder really struck, wiping out the Jedi Order. Clones, without feeling remorse, obeyed the evil Chancellor's commands and eliminated their Jedi commanders on the battlefield. The Republic was dissolved as people thought the Jedi were staging a coup. Now the Empire rose, crushing the remains of both the Republic and the Separatists.

At the helm of this new age was Emperor Palpatine (how modest), aided by his new apprentice, Darth Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith. This evil-doer was once the renowned Jedi Knight and Chosen One Anakin Skywalker. But after being swayed by promises of power, reserved parking spaces at all major shopping complexes and the latest gadgets in technology for free, Anakin descended into darkness, and was reborn. His rebirth was in shrouds of evil…as Darth Vader.

The men and women of the GAR were reorganized, now into the Galactic Imperial army. Armed with new weapons, new armor and new battle cruisers, the Imperial troops enforced the law of insane space lane taxes and other nasty stuff onto the galaxy. They were no longer recognized as clone troopers. No, clone troopers bore the face of the Republic. Now, they are the Imperial stormtroopers, and they symbolized the evil of the Empire.

The brilliant faces behind the Female Clones Project disappeared, as Kamino goes offensive against the Empire when they were realized as a threat. All their data, experiment reports, results, all gone. All that was left was fear of death. Fa-Ti Bich and her colleagues were clever in running. Kamino may have been the creators of the Republic's soldiers, but they were no match against the Empire's veteran soldiers who survived in the Clone Wars.

Obi Wan Kenobi fought off against Anakin Skywalker in one last attempt to save the galaxy. But the Jedi Master ultimately failed in saving his former student. He was able to save Anakin's children as Padme died, leaving their names as last words. Well, her actual last words were 'I know…there is still good…in him.'. Together Obi Wan and Yoda hid the children from the Empire, hoping that one day they would redeem the honor and glory of the Jedi.

They were once the good guys, fighting for a good cause. But now Berserk Squad had changed faces and sides. What will happen?

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Finale Memoir

It was dark in Coruscant, and nobody really cared where he was going. Heck, he had their looks anyway. They were all pretty excited, even for a bunch of soldiers.

'It's the Empire now…'

'I wonder what they'll do to the 501st…

'I hear we're getting the BlasTech E-11!'

Screw them. Screw the Empire. Heck, screw the entire galaxy and their stupid wars. He had enough. At first he was with the Ultimate Face of Justice, now he was fighting for an Ultimate Tyrant Destroyer. Well, he didn't want to fight anymore. So Kay thought as he walked faster to the Imperial Training Center gates. The guards wouldn't care. Almost everyone was out partying, and the reformat process would end in another week or so.

He's going to break free tonight. 'We're breaking free…we're soaring…flying…' Get that High School Musical song out of your head, soldier.

Free of burden, and free of mindless violence. Kay knew that leaving his current life would mean leaving everyone behind. Jep, Betty, Gavin, Laura, Blitz, Helga…but he knew they'd never understand. His life was already modified to die faster. Why waste it trying to get yourself killed?

What he'll do out there, he'll never know. But Kay knew that it would be a hell lot better than staying here. Staying here and being a slave.

Besides, he did see an All-You-Can-Eat free buffet somewhere in town.

THE END

Wow. Wouldn't you know it? This is the first time I actually finished a story. Feels like I accomplished something great! Thanks guys for your support! Without all of you, this would've been crap. And you don't have to worry about a damn thing. Like I said earlier, there will be a sequel for this story. And hopefully, it'll be ten times better than this one. The sequel will take place during the Galactic Civil War, and there'll be plenty of female stormtroopers around. So see you around, folks! And here's one last gift…

THE BEST REVIEWER AWARD GOES TO:
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For achievement in giving me the most reviews! This one's for you!

THANK YOU AGAIN AND DON'T FORGET TO READ THE UPCOMING SEQUEL!!!

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