AN: Only one more after this, unless the inspiration hits me over the head with ESB or ROTJ. Thank you all for reading!

Part Five:

If you've seen one stormtrooper, you've seen them all.

That was the joke at the Temple back when I was still called 'Obi-Wan'. I had found it absurdly ironic at the time that the template for the Grand Army, made to uphold the laws and obey whoever was in charge without question was a man who had done anything but. Life is funny that way.

I once heard a rumor that the Kaminoans were originally set to use a Jedi for the template, but that plan was scrapped in favor of an Army that could easily be controlled by Jedi.

A whole army of force-sensitive Clones? That would have bloody sucked.

People now for the most part don't even realize that the troopers they see every day are clones. That little detail had gotten lost over the years, until they saw them only as the mask, and not what may lie underneath.

I wonder if Fett's son, now a Bounty Hunter even more feared than Jango himself, realizes who he is. What he is.

Now as I steal through the endless identical corridors and watch squadrons of equally identical troopers, my mind takes me back to my only face-to-face meeting with their progenitor. Even now those words can still illicit an involuntary shudder.

'Your clones are very impressive, you must be very proud.'

'They'll do their job well, I'll guarantee that.'

'Thank you for your time, Jango.'

'Always a pleasure to meet a Jedi.'

And then he tried to kill me.

Now there were two of him guarding my access to the tractor beam power room. One of the first things any Jedi Clone Commander learns about troopers, however, is that they're easily distracted.

'Ah, this aught to be easy!' I think to myself. Without even realizing it, quoting myself from a time long ago, when I had said those words to Anakin. Those were…good times.

It was easy. The power was down, and I was out of there with a slight flick of the force. I've always said that the clones should be more…intuitive. Lucky for me that observation was ignored.

With the power down, I was free to return to the others, but…

My time is coming. I can feel it; now, almost like some fierce animal breathing steaming breath down my neck, gaining on me.

I stand now at the crossing of two hallways, but they may as well be life or death. One road leads back the way I came, towards the ship, it's arrogant Captain, and loyal first mate, and to Anakin's son. To safety.

The other…leads away from all that. Down more identical corridors with more faceless Jangoes, on a parallel path with freedom, lies my death. I see it as clearly as my own hands in front of me. All I have to do is walk away, but-

It is not the Will of the Force.

And I always do the Will of the Force.

Don't I?