My Clone Army

Passing the Torch

(Y/n): Don't worry, master, I'm here. We can get you back base and-

Samantha: N-no.

(Y/n): Wha-

Samantha: I- it's too l- late.

She slowly lifts her hand to my check.

(Vision)

I found myself in a Dark Place, emptiness and darkness. I then see a Older version of myself.

Future (Y/n): They may look the same... but they are so much more.

Present (Y/n): What do you me-

I get cut off by multiple voices yell at me.

???: HEY DEAR

(Vision ends)

I was snapped out of it as my tears came down my face. She noticed this and wiped them away as a smile comes to her face.

Samantha: Pro-t-tec-t T-h-em...

Her bodies goes limp as her hand that was on my cheek, falls. I couldn't hold back my tears as I let it fall form eyes.

???: GENERAL! COMMAND-

I turn to the voice and there stood Anya. She see me and the Samantha's body, she slowlys walks to us before falling on her knees.

Anya: I... *crys* I...

(Y/n): It's *sniffs*... It's alright....

I got up and walk back to my speeder. I then hear a 2nd Speeder noise coming my way. I looked up and saw X2 just stop not to far form me. She got off her speeder and looked like she was about to ask.

However, she didn't say anything but I can tell form her face of she is saying. I just shook my head as to tell her what happened. I looked back my speeder pondering of what to do next before I crunch up my hand.

(Y/n): Get her body ready to move, We'll bring her back to base.

3rd Pov

As tbe Trio were preparing to bring the General's Body back to base, the 3 remaining probes snuck up on them. The 3 decide to stowaway underneath the Speeders seat.

(Y/n) Pov

As the ride back to base began, all was silent except the wind. I was between X2 and Anya as the trip back was moving along.

X2 (coms): Sir... I'm sorry... she informed me she found 1 of the Probes and I was going to join her, but she told me to continue my Patrol. I shouldn't had listen to her-

(Y/n): Don't blame yourself X2. Even if you did disobey her, you probably... wouldn't be with us.

X2 (coms): But Sir-

(Y/n): Drop it. As much as I hate to say it, this is what War is, some of us die and some of us live.

Anya (coms): And I guess we are the ones to die?

(Y/n):... No. If someone is to die it will be me, it's a Jedi Duty to put thier life before others.

Anya (coms): Yet we are breed and grown in a Lab, doesn't that makes our lives disposable? I mean some of the other Jedi think we are disposable.

(Y/n):... No. Even if your breed in a Lab and ment to be the same, your not. Each of you have your own personality, likes and dislikes, and well... each of you give off a different presence through the Force.