1 year later- Kamino
"You are sure about this?" A Kaminoan scientist asked Dalkos as they walked through a cloning facility.
"Absolutely," Dalkos responded.
"But they have not started training yet," the scientist tried to talk Dalkos out of his decision.
"Some of the galaxy's greatest warriors went into their first battle without training. I'll make due with them."
"Very well," the scientist led Dalkos to the barracks.
Within the barracks were two different breeds of were the standard clones of Jango Fett and the new breed of clones that Dalkos ordered. After hearing about Padme Amidala's achievements in battle, Dalkos received a genetic sample from her after her children were born and asked for a new batch of clones to be made with the new genome.
"Captain in the barracks," one of the male clones said when spotting Dalkos, causing all the others to stand in line.
"At ease boys," Dalkos said, "I'm just here for the girls."
The men went back to what they were doing while the girls remained walked up to the closest one to the door.
"What's your name trooper?" Dalkos asked.
"FCT-083 sir," she responded.
"I didn't ask for your identification number, I asked for your name."
"I did not receive one sir," she said, keeping her eyes on the opposite wall.
Dalkos turned around to face the male troopers.
"Hey," he called to no one in particular, "what kind of personality does this one have?"
"She's memorized every regulation we have and tries to test us on it at awkward times."
"So," he turned back around, "you love rules? And you try to give pop quizzes? All right, from now on, you'll be Q."
"Yes sir." She said.
Dalkos walked down the line and noticed two gaps.
"Who's missing?" He asked.
As if in answer to his question, a clone dropped from the ceiling and landed without a sound. Dalkos only noticed her through her presence in the Force. He turned around and noticed that this one was smaller than the others and she had a look in her eye that showed that she had something to prove.
"You're a stealthy one aren't you?" Dalkos asked, but received no response.
"Her silence is involuntary," the scientist explained, "FCT-164's vocal chords were damaged in the age acceleration, we had to stop it early before anything else was damaged."
"No voice, huh? Stealthy too." Dalkos smirked, "congratulations, from this point on, you will be a part of my team... Ghost."
The newly dubbed Ghost gave a salute then took her place in the line.
"That's one," Dalkos said, "but where's-?"
The lights suddenly shut down.
"She never listens," one of the male clones said in frustration, "we keep telling her that the power station is off limits."
"Sounds like our missing clone is the rebellious type," Dalkos commented.
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Mona ran into the temple dining area and rushed to her master, who was sitting with Anakin and Obi-Wan, the latter of whom was drinking tea while the former had coffee.
"Master," Mona called as she ran up to Meva with tears in her eyes.
"What's wrong my young apprentice?" Meva asked.
"I- I don't know. It just started happening without warning and nothing like this has ever happened before."
"Calm down. Tell me what happened."
"I.. I... I'm bleeding down here," she gestured to her croatch, causing Anakin to spit his coffee into Obi-Wan's face.
As Obi-Wan gave Anakin a "really?" look, Meva looked around in case anyone else had heard that. She then stood up and guided Mona away from the table.
"Let's continue this elsewhere," Meva said to her apprentice.
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"I believe I have figured out why she is aging so quickly," the Jedi medic said, examining the medical chart of Jenoria, who looked to be three years old despite being one.
Jenoria sat on the bed in the infirmary, swinging her legs from side to side. Her messy brown hair had grown just past her shoulders and her eyes had taken on a shape between her mother's regal eyes and her father's strong eyes. She wore a black tunic with white leggings. She had soft pads on both forearms, to hold the place until she's strong enough to wear armor. Her gloves were fingerless and boots were thick, making her feet look twice as big as they actually were. She had a red belt holding the tunic in place around her waist while a strap was wrapped around her torso with a saber handle in a holster on her back.
The saber itself was a harmless training saber built by Dalkos to keep Jenoria from snatching his through the Force. Whenever the blade struck something, it would leave a mark that quickly faded away, not damaging whatever or whoever it hit.
"Since she is half Nercolian," the medic explained, "she has a similar physiology to them. However, her aging is radically slower than pure Nercolians due to her human blood. So, instead of instantaneously growing to her fathers age and stopping, she will slowly make her way there. As Dalkos was fourteen when this child was conceived, I would estimate that she will stop aging altogether when her body has reached that age, which should be in three years and eight months."
"That does make sense," Mace Windu stroked his chin, eyeing the child in front of him, "this most likely only came as a shock because we have never had a crossbreed in the order before."
Jenoria looked up at Mace, her yellow eyes filled with dark innocence.
"Can I go see papa's droids now Master Windu?" She asked.
"Very well, go on youngling."
A smile appeared on her face as she jumped off the bed and ran out of the infirmary.
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"Well well, you certainly are a rebellious one," Dalkos said to the clone, leaning in the doorway of the power station.
"I can't help it," she pouted, "I'm just so bored here. I want to get out there and fight, not be stuck here."
"What if I told you I could give you that opportunity?"
"You can?" Her face brightened.
"Yeah, I'm building a squad of your sisters to join the 501st on a test run. Do you want to join?"
"Of course I do."
"I have to warn you, you might not survive."
"Better to die fighting than to die bored."
"Well said."
So now we have a new breed of clones. What should some of them be called and what should they be like. Also, Ghost is the long awaited fourth member of Dalkos' crew.