Decided to give a sort of backstory on The Reborn. Some pieces will fit together here. I love this character, hope you will too.
Reborn awoke in a crude medical bay. His head was throbbing, and he could not feel his left arm. Then the realization of the past night's events hit him. Having his arm cut off, blacking out constantly while going back, killing that jedi whelp… but he felt something he hadn't felt in a long time in remembering the look of horror and pain in the Togruta jedi's eyes when he took out the hooded one.
The scream echoed to the darkest corners of his mind. He couldn't shake the feeling of pain that that scream had uncovered in the forbidden corners of his heart. He recalled the Battle of Sarrish. Seeing Hawk, Tailhead, K-Eye, and so many others fall. They all just… died. He watched them all die, before he was hit himself with a rocket.
No one could understand how he survived that rocket with only a few broken bones. But there was one thing that was permanently broken. His soul. Everyone man he cared about was lying there on the ground, cold and dead. The nights of agony reverberated through his soul.
But one clone remained that he cared about, or so he hoped. Captain Gregor may yet be alive; they led their elite squads in a strike mission, but all fell.
On top of that, he had caused the same pain to a very attractive Togrutan. Even as a jedi, he could feel her wanton lust for revenge.
"Lie back again sir. I must finish the prosthetic initiation sequence." The medical droid spoke through his thoughts. He just realized he had a mechanical arm being activated.
He almost wished he could at least apologize to that girl… to clear the remnants of his conscience. He pushed the feeling to the back of his mind, telling himself,
"What am I thinking? I'm a ruthless assassin. Compassion cannot exist."
Reborn, as you may have guessed, was a clone. But his path was very different than that of his brothers. He was the only clone in the galaxy that was Force-sensitive. He led K-Squad, the most advanced team of clones ever created. His power and anger made him nearly unstoppable.
His true name was Snake. Captain Snake. Or at least, that's what all his brothers had called him. From an early age, he possessed a very short temper, and immense strength. He was the initiator of many brawls during the years of his youth. More often than not he was on KP duty rather than attending the weekend boxing matches, which he had craved.
He quickly rose to the attention of his commanders, and, after saving Commander Cody, was promoted to Lieutenant of a commando squad. He performed many acts of bravery, resourcefulness, and cunning. He was sly and quick, so everyone nicknamed him Snake, after Earth's series of serpents.
After the torturous death of his Captain, he was automatically promoted to Captain, and broke his team out of Separatist prison. His rank as Captain stood.
He had many adventures as Captain, but that's… another story.
After seeing everyone die, he deserted the army and wandered aimlessly, until learning valuable skills from a bounty hunter named Bane.
He killed Bane with ease after learning all he could from him. He called that "tying off loose ends." He came across, incredibly by chance, a full set of shining Mandalorian armor. It was rumored to be the armor of a dangerous bounty hunter that fell at the hands of a jedi.
He modified it, and painted it a dark green color. After completing many risky missions for an overwhelming number of scumbags, he bought a pair of Electro-Whips, and trained himself to use them.
His latest mission as a wandering assassin was to retrieve information on Republic troop movement near the planet Raxus. He chose the nearly-deserted base on Xanius to find that information. He nearly broke the codes when those two jedi attacked him.
"I am finished. Attempt to move your hand, please." The droid said. He moved the metal fingers, and practiced using the arm. It was sleek, and it pleased him greatly.
His employer, a notorious hutt by the name of Jabba, came through the door.
He spoke in Huttese. Roughly translated, he asked,
"Why didn't you get my information?"
He replied, "I lost an arm."
"Now that you have it back, I need you for another mission, since you could not complete the last."
He sat up and stood. "What kind of mission?"
Jabba asked. "Have you ever heard of Hondo Ohnaka?"
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