First star wars story 100% OC character every chapter will go through a period of time in the characters life for the most part please read and review.

i dont own starwards George Lucas did until he sold it to Disney, i hope that isnt a mistake.

The sound of drizzling rain filled his ears, it poured on and on and on it felt like his body was being pelted with pebbles, he could hear every drop pond his body and wondered if anyone had died from the pounding of rain alone.

He quickly dismissed the question from his mind; it was completely irrelevant the rain would not kill him.

He strained his ears trying to catch the sounds of the jungle trying to listen past the rain and catch the cries of the many colorful birds.

He clutched in his hands a makeshift club forged from a fresh tree branch a stone lashed on its head with long grass he had found in the exotic jungle.

Despite the haste in which he had made the weapon he couldn't help but admire how well he had managed to last the stone, the weapon had taken him little more than an hour to create.

The distinct sound of rain hitting water could caught his attention; he didn't even need to question what could possibly be passing him by.

The black T visor was the first thing that he spotted emerging from the trees, the visor of a Mandalorian warrior.

The red blaster bolt streaked past his ear and hit a tree burning a section off the trunk sizzled as it was pounded with rain.

He charged and swung his club at his armored enemy trying the knock the blaster out of his enemy's hand, the armored opponent rolled away from the strike taking a knee and continuing to fire off his blaster, he scrambled behind a tree taking cover from the coming fire.

He moved from tree to tree trying to keep out of his enemies sights; he concealed himself behind a bush looking through the leaves and watched as the dull steel armor showed itself to him, he jumped from the bush brandishing his stone club.

The blaster snapped to him but be ducked the shot and swung the club knocking the blaster his opponents grip.

Not waiting for another opportunity he shot his left hand out to grab the helmet, the armored glove snatched his hand only inches away from the visor, the hand gripped his wet fingers like a vice, the man squeezed, a cry of pain escaped his lips as his fingers were painfully squeezed, in a final act to free himself he swung his free hand hold the club at the Mandaloran's helmet the stone head contacted and shattered as if made of glass, deadly shards of stone flew everywhere and bit into his skin, a cut traced a path across his face just above his left eye sending a stream of blood and rain into his eye.

He raised his broken club again to swing but his opponents hand caught his wrist.

"It's over trooper." An electronic voice synthesizer said from under the helmet, "End simulation."

As the voice commanded the rain immediately stopped and the overhead lights turned on basking the artificial jungle in ultraviolet light.

The man in front of released his hand, and removed his rain pattered helmet, he looked down on him with his dark brown eyes, there was something about his eyes, always his, his brothers never had that stair, they thought they would, they were nothing more than clones of the man that stood before them, nothing more than copies of the great Jango Fett.

"What's your number trooper?"

"Alpha-84" he said clutching his fingers his face wet with rain and blood.

"Well 84 it seems you lost."

"You were supposed to be unarmed." 84 said in defense, you were supposed to have nothing but your armor."

Fett chuckled at that, "And you weren't supposed to have any kind of weapon, but you made yourself a club, Intel isn't always correct trooper, don't rely on it or you'll wind up dead, now tell me why you lost."

"You took me by surprise, and I assumed you were unarmed." Said 84.

"No, you lost because you didn't think, I found you and you rushed into a fight you had no advantage in, and when I caught you in a grip you panicked and attacked my heavily armored helmet instead of trying to trip me or injure my lightly armored legs."

Fett sighed and looked the young trooper up and down, "Head off to medical, get your hand fixed, don't tell your brothers that I have a blaster."

84 turned and left when Fett called out to him again, "Tell the medical droids to leave that cut above your eye alone, a scar will do you good."

Fett returned his helmet to his head, "Don't think I won't notice 84, I've got your number."

It didn't take long for 84 to find the door out of the artificial jungle, outside waited a number of cadets waiting for their turn to try and remove Fett's helmet.

"Hey 84 I see you lost your good looks." One of the cadets mocked.

84 smirked, he wondered how many of the cadets would be scarred from Fett's blaster they were told he didn't have today Fett had never played that trick on them before.

The tasteless food remained untouched on 84's tray, the sky outside remained the same dull leaden color as always, he hated Kamino its constant cold rain and storms were far from his idea of beauty, if there really were worlds like the simulation rooms he hopped to see them soon.

The lush plant life and warm humid climate of the jungle was his favorite, the room managed to create a living eco system much like an Ithorian heard ship.

The rest of the ARC Troopers sat together in the mess well away from the other clones, although they were brothers both sides seemed happy to remain separate and keep to themselves, a sort of 'sibling rivalry' in a way, a rivalry of 100,000 trying to chase Fett's shadow.

84 took a bite of the bland ration bar in front of him, smirking to himself the 100 troopers the Advance Recon Commando's currently carried that tidal, they were the closest to the original no injections made them docile like the rest of troopers that filled the mess.

"Hey 84," trooper 67 said as he took a seat beside him, "I see Fett broke your hand, what did you do punch him square in the armor?"

"Tried making a grab for his hemlet, only a di'kut like you would try making a move like that." 84 looked at the splint on his hands and forearm, either Fett had stomped it or he really did try punching a Mandalorian straight in the armor.

"Least he didn't stun you." 84 said taking a bite into his fruit.

"Well you see, it was set low," 67 lifted his shirt displaying three small red burns, "but not as low as stun."

84 burst out laughing along with 67 others that were there that day joined in getting the joke, across the room 84 could see the other trooper's eyeing them across the room confused looks upon their faces; they didn't get it, these scars were their marks of honor a mark of Fett's training.

84 looked and watched as the sight of Slave 1 streaked across the cloudy rain filled sky wondering where Fett was off to, and when he would be back to continue their training.