Birren Prime, Majarta System

1 year after the start of the Clone War

A cold breeze swept and made her hair scarf flutter. The sky is turning orange; their crops are blown by the wind, dancing, adding to the calm atmosphere of their farm. In the distance, they could see the planet's largest city with its towers gleaming high surrounded by fields and ships floating and out of the atmosphere exporting their farm products all over the galaxy. The scar from the separatist invasion is still visible even after a year, construction is still underway limited by the funding their planetary government received from the Republic.

"I hope this war ends," her husband told him while caressing her belly with tenderness. "No more hiding.'' the former trooper told her while smiling which in turn Tasnime replied with a smile of her own, grasping the clone's arm fiercely. Her husband placed a kiss on her swelling belly.

She caressed her husband's dyed brown hair gently, smiling softly with an image she would imprint in her mind. The calm and serene life they have, while not free of worry, is still dreamlike, and many in the galaxy would grow envious knowing what they've obtained by doing so little as if the force has blessed them and now guiding the both of them to a happy life of fulfilments. Her husband, force, Her husband, definitely deserves everything he has given now by the Force after the atrocities the republic and the Kaminoans had done to him. Then again, she knows that he is also grateful to be created by those monsters if it meant for him to share his life with her. And she can't stop having the same thoughts as him.

The previous year had been eventful, certainly the most tense she had had in her 20 years of life and the happiest she had been. A year for her to meet the love of her life: CT-1945, or Bas, her brothers-in-law would call him, is an unusual clone, less robotic, more willed, shows more emotions, and most of all despises any authority, perhaps that's why her husband decides to leave the clone army and find peace and tranquility in her home planet then fighting a war he had not wanted to fight. After the invasion; the Republic legions quickly leave for other planets to face other conflict hotspots and are almost immediately replaced by a planetary defense force, Bas has faked his death and lay low to escape the G.A.R (Grand Army of The Republic).

With no money and no home to protect him, she found him wandering on the streets after he saved her from thugs and it all started from there. Not three months after they met, she was already pregnant and to prevent her child from being a bastard in the eye of the force, Bas and her married with the blessing of her father and mother.

Her father was an affluent man. With much land left untenable after the invasion, he gave a sizable amount for them to live on as dowry. Watching the former trooper trying to farm was amusing, she has guided and taught him all she knows about farming (There's no Birrens that couldn't farm!), but still the land was too much for him to plow and develop. She has suggested that they buy a farm Droid by the markets with the money they could claim from the republic war stipends every Birrens was given to restart their life. Bas was reluctant, his bias as a clone toward droids showing, but she convinced him to buy one and their farm could finally grow.

Month after month her belly swelled bigger and bigger and their farm grew more prosperous. 4 months ago was the first time she felt her baby kicking her womb and 4 months ago was their farm's first harvest. Their silos were overflowing with grains to be shipped to the cities to be turned into flour and then shipped to other planets. And the money was good, now Tasnime knows that she shouldn't think this way, this was not what the force would have wanted, but she felt relieved that food was now in high demand because of the war. Force, they need the money.

So much to buy, more droids and equipment to maintain and acquire, a farmstead, a barn, and many more buildings to be fixed, and furniture to complement their home. With the baby coming in (well, out) and the grains being ready to harvest tomorrow, they would have enough money to decorate the room for her child.

Their child, Tasnime, chuckled, correcting herself.

"What is it, Tasnime ?" her husband said curiously.

"Bas…" she said sweetly.

"Yes, honey?"

"What if our child is a boy? I don't think Leirra is a rather fitting name for him," the name was unisex, many members of her family in the past whether it's men or women had used it. But it is tilted towards the woman's side of the family because of the softness of the word.

Her husband chuckled, "It's fine love, isn't it a tradition for your culture that every third-generation born son or daughter is named after the oldest member of your family? Your old nana will be happy to hear our child's name."

"That may be true," whispered Tasnime but enough for Bas to hear, "but every time that happens the name would be changed to suit the child's gender. And with old nana's name being unisex… "

"It'll be fine, quit worrying and just relax. I don't think my mom was this fussy about my name, " he joked which earned a good laugh from her.

"Oh, will I meet this mother? "she smirked, playing around with his game.

"I hope not, she's rather cold and silent when talked to," he chuckled, "well then enough with the jokes, I should start to prepare for tomorrow's harvest by assigning the droids. If anything happens just call me, ok? " Tasnime Nodded towards her husband and closed her eyes as he kissed her forehead. As he left, she touched the dampened mark and pouted.

I told him not to kiss me there; now the henna is all smeared, her husband turned back one last time with mischief in his eyes, Tasnime now knows that her husband purposely smeared the natural paint. I'll get back to him in some ways, hehe, she laughed evilly. But for now, she'll just relax, breathe in the afternoon air, and smile lovingly at her yet-to-be-born child.

Tasnime is grateful for the life she had been given, grateful to start a family with Bas, to have such a loving family, fertile fields of acres that stretch as far the eye can see, shimmering like gold: the wealth the force had given them. She is so very happy, everything is perfect with only one thing left missing.

"Mama is waiting for you, Leirra. "

……

The planet itself is inspired by an area from the Indus River to ancient Bactria/Khorasan, modern-day Afghanistan, Pakistan, Iran, Turkey, the Caucasus, and the flat plains of Ukraine and Russia.

Essentially a mix of Afghanistan and the steppes, lol

Birren is a real planet in Star Wars, it's the same one where Bode went to hide and start a family. If you read the fan wiki you'll have an idea what my plan will be for the Mc.

……

Harvest was plentiful, with Bas buying more droids after their first harvest, and his experience as a farmer increased; the quality and quantity of the grain now had nearly doubled their income. They sold their grain to their father as an intermediary as Bas cannot be seen in the city center; the possible danger of someone noticing that he is a clone is too high and Tasnime does not want her son to be born without a father. Bas and Tasnime could only wait for the war to end and any questions of a clone settling down would be irrelevant at that point.

Tasnime's father was happy with their development; surprising as the last time the both of them saw him he was grumbling about her daughter being a pain for him, being pregnant in Birren before marriage is considered a major taboo and could hurt the family's standing on the planet. And with Tasnime's father being an influential public figure, his daughter's actions have caused headaches for him. Honestly, Tasnime doesn't know how her father managed to keep it under wraps with no one from her immediate family to their neighboring tribes not noticing that she was already pregnant. So seeing him amicable toward Bas and outright smiling at him (though Bas doesn't know the stoic man's smiling face) was a relief for her. It would be awkward if her husband and father were unfriendly with each other.

"Bas," her father shook the clone's hand.

"Father," Bas said while nodding. "We thank you for your assistance with our harvest. Without your help we wouldn't know how we would sell our grains and for the identification card you've given me. '' After father and Bas discuss the sale of the grains, Tasnime's father quickly works to give Bas an identification card for at least the next time of the next harvest he could sell the grains himself and not rouse suspicion by giving Bas an alibi when pressed question by any government institution, although a DNA test would not save him, or anyone that notices his likeness with other clones, but clones rarely get seen by the public with their helmets off so he is somewhat safe, but just to be safer she always told him to wear a keffiyeh to cover his face and also to protect him from the occasional sand storm.

"You are family, think nothing of it," her father reminded Bas. For all his apparent coldness towards him when they first met; the tribe always came first. "My honor as a father and a Zuraiys would've been tattered if my daughter and son-in-law were in poverty," her father turns to her, "How's your health, is my grandson well?"

"My son and I are fine, Father, " she smiled, "You don't need to worry, Bas has taken good care of me. " Leirra is her son; there's no denying that he is a boy at this point, the last medical checkup all confirmed it.

"That's good to hear. I should leave, duty tells me that I have another place to go, " her father turned, not facing them to walk towards the door and was about to open it before Bas interrupted.

"Will you not stay father? It would be prudent if you… "

"No, " he answered before Bas could finish, leaving the farmhouse and the both of them alone.

Bas sighed, his shoulder lowered and pinching his nose. "Are you sure he doesn't hate me, dear?"

Tasnime giggled, "Yes, dear, Father doesn't hate you. It's just how the men are here. My mother said that there is nothing harder than Birrens metal, it's will, and it's men, " she repeated a well known saying in her planet. "I thought clones like you would understand him."

"My brothers are stoic, yes, especially the commandos, but we are never shy to open up to each other for there is no one else to trust besides your fellow clones and the republic, " he said with a distaste for the last one, "Communication and brotherhood are key to winning a war after all," her husband explained.

"And the same could be said for the Birrens. It's just that we are all too frank with each other. Don't dwell on it too much love, my father does not hate you, in time you'll understand," she held her husband's arm assuringly which made him smile.

"Guess I'll just have to trust you," her husband slumped his head.

"Of course you…" Tasnime eyes widen.

"Tasnime?"

"Bas, we need to go to the hospital, now!"

…..

5 months later

Leirra of clan Zuraiys is an odd child. Bas concluded that long ago when his wife introduced the both of them. It's not just because he isn't familiar with a newborn as fellow clones rarely see the process of their creation, but because of the sharpness his little soldier has the moment their eyes meet. Like any babies (humans) they all screamed after they were born and the same for Leirra; only for some odd reason there was a nagging feeling behind the clone's mind that it felt wrong, fake even.

Bas immediately stopped that train of thought when his wife called for him and he melted and became the family man he never would have imagined he would be. Years upon years of training to be a soldier, and only a soldier tends to narrow your prospect of thinking of other jobs you could do, clones are bred for war, but if there's a chance of him meeting his creator again he would thank them for creating him and then punch the living force out of them. Because of being blinded by this very reason, he abandoned that wrongness that dwells in his mind, choosing to believe nothing is wrong and all is fine.

And for 5 months he ignored it, he ignored the signs, even if they screamed at him. He suspected that his wife knows as well that something is odd about their child and knowingly ignores it in favor of believing their sweet child is just a good boy. Well, she's not wrong that their child is cute and a good boy, but he is more than that; far greater. His father-in-law has the same opinion as he does about his son and so does every family member, friend, and acquaintance.

Regardless of his son's oddities and not behaving like a natural child, he'll just chalk it up to a mutation that his son inherited from him. Accelerated aging, he grimaced.

He did not want his son to speed up his life like he did, missing his childhood too fast and leaving his father and mother's care far too soon. Thankfully in the five months he had observed his son; there is no indication of the little genius experiencing a fastened growth spurt and quite the opposite is happening, his son is a little short for a child his age and underweight, for some reason, doesn't like being fed by his mother and only wants formula and powdered baby milk. In a planet like Birren, where their only industrial output is farm products and occasional minerals that were mined in the Bolachis plateau, it's hard to find milk to consume for a child.

There is animal milk they could feed him, but he doubts that it's safe for Leirra to consume it at least until he's a year old. Tasnime considered hiring a lady in her tribe as a wet nurse; that idea was quickly shot down when he pointed out that if Leirra didn't want to drink milk from his mother, hiring a wet nurse would not be the solution. It seems they have to endure the expensive cost of importing baby milk from outside the system until Leirra is old enough to drink animal milk.

While the cost would ruin most families, especially because of its scarcity as a result of the war, Bas had fortune on his side, or his wife called it: the force favoring them. Their farm grew prosperous; the land that his father-in-law, Asad, had given him was one of the larger ones in the whole tribe. His wife is right, he should not worry that his father would hate him. Still, he wondered how Asad managed to give such large land for him to manage. Bas always has a sneaking feeling that he didn't just marry some wealthy farmer's daughter.

With credits not being a concern for them, they could order the food for their son without batting an eye. Still, all those credits they spent could be allocated to better the farm, he laments, well there's no point regretting it now.

He could say that his life is as his wife would call it: blessed by the force, and blessed it was indeed. He doesn't regret leaving his brother in arms if it means for him to have a family, only pity that they couldn't be the same as him, being forced to fight a war they are made to exist. He shook his head, remembering all the brothers he abandoned, and silently prayed to the force like his wife had taught him for them to be safe and freed from their fate as slaves.

"Dada, " his son called for him, stinks coming out from his diaper. Bas sighed and smiled, approaching his precocious child, and lifted him to the wooden floor of his house where he played with a miniature version of his brothers.

"Let's get you changed son," the smell assaulted Bas's noise and made him react by recoiling dramatically making his son giggle, no matter how smart Leirra is he is still a baby. A glint of amusement when not unnoticed by Bas as the way Leirra reacted too intelligently, "Oh, force."

….

Days went by setting up monotony. Plow, farm, fixing up the fences, having dinner with his wife and occasionally with Asad and his mother-in-law would come by to check on their daughter with some neighbors from the other farm drop from time to time to striking up a conversation with them as they passed the sole main road in their farming village as he or they make their way to the cities to sell their farm produce.

Bas is currently fixing up the repulsor tractor that is used by him to plow the lands, with grease oils covering his hand and white shirt, rummaging the toolbox on his side he grasps a calibration tool to set up the repulsor lift. A familiar measured thumping can be heard by Bas reverberating the ground and quietly getting louder. Knowing full well that he'd have a conversation with his wife, he set aside the calibration tool, rolled out from under the repulsor tractor, and sat calmly waiting for her to arrive. Taking a chance to glance briefly at his workshop he grimaced at its messiness, he's so busy fixing the machine that he didn't notice the mess he made.

"Bas," his wife's warm voice called for him, "dinner's ready," Tasnime is holding Leirra while wearing a simple white blouse, a peach fuzz headscarf, henna that was drawn from her arm to forehead contrasting with her olive skin, and the little bugger is playing with some sort of toys but his eyes quickly scanned his manly shed then the word dinner made him rethink.

Dinner, he quirked his eyebrow, confused only to realize that the sun was almost set. Getting up from the dolly, putting all the tools back as fast as he could and as tidily as possible setting aside the more heavy objects to clean later, and standing in front of his wife with sweat dripping from his forehead. This time it was his wife's turn to raise an eyebrow at him, looking past him by raising her feet to his side and making a glance from the mess that was still there and to him then judging him with her head swiveling slightly to the right and eyes piercing him. "I still have some work. I'll clean it tomorrow after I'm done."

"You promise?~" his wife said with a sing-song voice, one arm holding her waist and body slightly lowered while narrowing her eyes while the other is holding Leirra who is playfully following her mother.

Bas smiled, he loved it when his wife acted this cutely with him, "I promise," he crossed his heart. "There, are you happy now? "

Tasnime nodded while with soft confirming grunts, "Yep." She sniffed at him and made a face of mock disgust. "Your father is stinky Leirra, stinky!" Leirra the ever brat he is just nodded while making noises agreeing with his mother with what noise his body limits him.

"Yeah-yeah, I'll shower first," Bas sighed, for some reason, his wife likes to tease him, not like he minds it. Besides, Bas touches the cheek of both Leirra and Tasnime with his greased hands and both let out a startled noise. Bas ran for his life to the house ignoring his wife's scream of murder towards him. "Worth it."

…..

Tasnime is holding a knife, chopping vegetables she would put inside the pot to make stocks for dinner. Today has been tiring, not as it was more tiring than usual, only tiring. She had cleaned the house to perfection leaving no nook unsweeped and fixing any problem that needed fixing. Bas as usual is busy on the farm managing the droids they've purchased and hiring new farmhands that would help them manage the farm; there is a limitation on how many droids they can buy; the hiring of others as managers while both of them greatly dislike it, it is necessary.

Truly the land his father had given them was too much for a single family to have, at this rate they'll be forced to register as an official business because of their productivity; the republic for all its flaws subsidizes family farms, the one they have given some tax breaks and so on and so on. Those favorable terms required that there are certain limitations on what the state considers as family owned: and they just have broken one of them.

Hiring of new hands that aren't related by close familial blood is one of them. They can't use a loophole by hiring the members of their tribe as for some reason the republic being unusual of their nature to procrastinate is hasty to close that hole. Now there are only a couple more limitations they have to break to be required by law to register as a company. One of them is production volumes and how far their produce has been traded directly. Their limitation is 100, 000 metric tons per harvest of farm produce and they are tethering to pass it with their current production of 70, 000 metric tonnes and growing fast! At this rate, they'll produce over 400,000 metric tons in the next 5 years! (and that is with only the land that they have developed now, and not the future!). While the reach of the product thankfully didn't wander off their sector of the galaxy as their focus is more to feed the inner rim, with how the war is going she wouldn't be surprised if there's going to be import requests from other sectors In the next few years.

(To give you an idea: the average farm in the U.S. produces 8.5 metric tonnes of farm produce! (Per acre) and the average size of U.S. farms is 463 acres (187 hectares) and these are massive U.S. farms that are bigger than the world's average. Tasnime's and Bas' farm could produce more because of advanced tech (every 4 months there will be a harvest plus the yield per harvest is more compared to the real world.) and the truly ludicrous amount of land they had been given and because this is Inspired by Ukraine and part of Russia there is a boatload of blacks soil in the planet . 100.000 acres in total is the land they own.

Using wheat as a theoretical basis 1 metric tonne of wheat is 246.16 U.S. dollars converted to republic credits( equal to 1.44 dollars) = 354. 47 times 3 harvests a year with their current yield times 70.000 metric tonnes: they'll make 74,438,700 million of galactic credit (Before cost). For context, a newer CR90 Corvette is 3,500,000 credits. It's safe to say that they are rich, XD.

It may seem much, but compared to minor nobles in the core world or small merchant families this is nothing. The rebellion was financed in its early days mostly from Mon Mothma and Bail organa, I think tens of millions of credits isn't that much.

Note: I don't know the exchange value of republic credits to imperial credits so let's just assume that they have the same value.)

The only reason why the republic requires them to register as a private or open company is because of tax reasons as usual and they don't want to give successful farmers like them the same treatment as other less successful families. Tasnime has no qualms with this policy, she supports it! The only problem she has with it is on the registration front. The republic acknowledged traditional acts such as marriage, etc not being put in public records for the practical reason of running a galactic-spanning civilization making them options, so her and Bas's marriage (and identity) weren't recorded by republic bureaucracy, in fact one could just say that they are married and be treated to be married like any others who chose for their marriage to be record led by the state. Company registration, on the other hand, the republic is quite fierce on that front and will not provide any concession.

Bas has been trying to halt production with her help but the problem is: why is the force blessing them too much!!! And why do I have such a loving father!!!, they've been suffering from success.

Speaking of suffering from success

Leirra, her son is… Different, now Tasnime is no expert in the knowledge of a child's developmental phases, she is smart but she also knows the limit of her wit, despite that she knows that the progress of Leirra, her son, is unnatural, even an untrained eye and those who are not closely related to them commented to the fact that Leirra is too advance for his age.

At 6th-month-old Tasnime noticed that Leirra understood whatever conversation she and Bas were having though only some bits, 7th months old he already tried to walk in his effort, while a baby is supposed to be observant of their surroundings soaking up knowledge like a sponge surely it shouldn't be as fast as this!

Bas said that it might be because of his enhancement as a clone and somehow that enhancement has passed on to their son. Clones are supposed to age faster: double the rate of any normal human, with faster reflexes, and more polished minds, a result of genetic engineering the Kaminoans had done to them, she shivered just imagining a species so advanced at genetic manipulation a violation of the force providence itself, made her shivered. And now those same kinds of violations of species' rights that the force gives to them and a principle the republic always upheld now is in the blood of her son. A mutated version that Bas theorized only affected Leirra's cognitive capacity, yet still.

She wants to cry. Her son oh her poor son. While others would cherish having such a smart boy, a smart boy who is good and dutiful toward their parents, Tasnime couldn't help but think how lonely he would be in the future. Accelerated cognitive understanding means his son can not relate to children his age, and that means he can't have friends who'll understand him. She doesn't think his son would grow up to be a genius merely becoming more advanced faster than his peers. She has heard enough stories of gifted kids and knows the consequences if they are not challenged intellectually in the early part of their lives. Her son would suffer, unmotivated, lazy, and doesn't know how to learn.

She realizes that her son needs special attention in his education and that means she and Bas have to accelerate his education and place him in a good school where it is hard for him there and not easy; the Noble Academy of Birren certainly is hard, but she knows better from attending that it is just a place for people that have old money and nobles to make connections with their fellow than to actually learn. Any ideas from his father to ship Leirra to Alderaan where their sister planet has the best academy for nobles was quickly discarded by her; she would not have her son separated from his family so early in life!

Maybe tutoring could offset that problem, yes! Tutoring! He could find tutors for Leirra without him studying on another planet. The cost would be great in the millions of credits every year, but everything for their son! Everything!

"Mama," her son called for her, hugging her leg while showing a drawing of his father and her holding his hand with their farm as the backdrop. And its quality is too advanced for his age.

"Leirra did you draw this?" she knelt while smiling at her son.

"Yep! I did a good job, didn't I!" He beamed at her, proud of his achievement. At one and a half years of age, Leirra is an adorable child with her skin and her father's and mother's face mixed. He is undisputedly his parents' child having their best traits present in him: his mother's kindness and warmth and his father's welcoming stoicism. In Tasnime's eyes, he is the perfect child.

"Yes, dear, you did a good job," He ruffled his hair and made him pout. "Can I keep it?"

"Sure, here mama, " Tasnime takes Leirra's offering; then walks to their fridge and sticks Leirra's drawing on it. "Now Leirra, will you help me chop the vegetables?"

"eh, but I don't wanna," he said childishly.

"Young man!"

"Fine…." He blubbers his lips.

For now, Tasnime could only accommodate Leirra's special circumstances, he is not gifted but has a problem that Tasnime will help him as long as she can.

…..

The war is ending. Bas could feel it, he could see that the darkness was starting to crack, letting out a sliver of light to show itself to him, it's so faint, so fragile just whispering to, would make it vanish. Yet hope still grows in this farmer's heart, a galaxy where his brother would be finally free from the pain and suffering of their enslavement. A galaxy not filled with the sound of blasters fire and cannons of war, but filled with the laughter of children letting their joy unfettered. A place where his family could live without the feat of war descending on their doorstep.

He listened closely to the reporting of the holonet as a man frantically reporting a battle on Coruscant itself. This is it, the deciding battle, republic or separatist he doesn't care who would win, only how fast the war would end. It has to end, and at this point, Bas concluded between the republic and the C.I.S the only difference they have is the one thing they are the good guys, and that is hard to find whom.

"Jedi master Obi-wan Kenobi and Knight of the Republic, the hero with no fear, Anakin Skywalker has been reported by the Jedi high command to be the one in charge of…."

Bas recognized those names, heck no one in the galaxy that doesn't knew them, especially the latter Anakin Skywalker the poster child of the Republic war effort, his battles and feats were the stuff of legends, his loyalty to the Republic unchallenged, while the rest of his kind being denigrated by the public he is praised like the heroes of old. A man of absolute grit and tenacity. Bas does not have a great image of the Jedis, all the talk in the holonet and the rumor he heard from his neighbors and fellow tribe members paint them in a bad light for him, a fact he isn't that concerned to fact-check himself, busying himself with his work. Yet Anakin Skywalker; that's a Jedi he could trust, not viewing his brother as mere expendable assets and judging them with indifference, but with kindness and comradery, a trait that is absent with most of his ilk. He knows whenever the name Anakin Skywalker is mentioned in a battle, it is already won.

"This just in after a daring fight with the evil count Dooku, Jedi master Kenobi and knight Anakin Skywalker managed to rescue the chancellor from the separatist plot, killing the vile count in the process!'' The radio man failed to contain his excitement, Bas could hear a chorus of cheers beyond the mic as they screamed joyously for victory is now certain.

"Peace is now in our grasp," he smiled to himself. After three years of senseless war, it will finally end. He turned to his wife Tasnime with tears in her eyes looking at Bas knowing what it would mean for their family.

"Bas!" She screamed running lightly to jump and hug him, being limited by her long dress. Bas almost didn't catch her as she cried in his shoulder gasping for air. "You're free, you're free love. They won't get you no more." Her accent seeped unnoticed by her. Bas contained his laughter, seeing Tasnime overreact at times like this was always a joy.

"I know, I know you need to calm down, love." Bas's effort only instead made her wife more excited as she kissed him on the cheeks multiple times. Bas just smiled, turning to his son, he was confused.

There was dread in his eyes.

……..

Bruh this is not going to work maybe idl, but well see