Heyo, human beings from outer space!
So, I was going to publish the third part to "who did this to you" but then I realised that this is part 66. So I just couldn't help myself.
But is anyone else in disbelief that there are already 66 parts to this? I never thought I could come this far.
Oh, and just so you know I messed with the order of the events slightly.
Read on if you dare.
Omega watched. Omega waited. Omega listened. Omega learned.
Omega listened as the Kaminoins taught her about medics and the clones and how they formed from the DNA.
Omega learned from every lesson Nala Se gave her and from every moment she spent on Kamino.
Omega watched as the Kaminoins implanted inhibitor chips in each clone's head.
Omega waited for something extravagant to happen to her; a reward or promotion for her progress and knowledge. But nothing ever happened.
And something felt terribly, terribly wrong.
So as Omega stared at the machine, she was almost hesitant. Almost. Something inside of her told her it was the right thing to do.
Omega thumbed down the large, red button. Her fingers danced over the keys like a lightning storm as she entered a few codes.
And all over the galaxy, the inhibitor chips inside the clones' heads flashed, faltered, and something else.
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"Hey, Codes, your holodisk is blinking!"
Under his helmet, Cody rolled his eyes. "First of all, never call me that again. Second of all, do you think I don't know someone is calling me?" Cody let out an exasperated sigh as the trooper just laughed. He pulled out his communicator and pressed a button. A hazy, blue figure in dark robes appeared.
"Commander Cody, the time has come," the figure said in a sinister voice that physically hurt Cody's throat to listen to. "Execute order 66."
Order 66? What the kriff did that mean?
"I'm sorry, uh, sir, but I'm afraid you have the wrong communication number," Cody said. "Perhaps you should double-check the communication number you called?"
"Execute order 66," the man repeated.
"I don't have an order 66 to execute. I'm really sorry, but I have to–"
"Commander Cody, perhaps you didn't hear me. Execute. Order. Sixty-Six."
"I don't know what you mean. I'm going to hang up on you, though, because I'm kind of in the middle of a battle." Cody pressed the button to end the transmission before the figure could respond. Stupid people, trying to get his head blown off by calling the wrong number. How hard was it to punch digits into a small device correctly?
Cody pulled out his blaster and kept blasting at the droids.
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Bly snatched his holodisk off his belt and pressed the button to allow the transmission to come through. A man adorning dark robes appeared on the disk.
"Commander Bly. The time has come," the man rasped. "Execute Order 66."
"I don't think you called the right commander," Bly replied, frowning beneath his helmet. "I'm not entitled to an order 66. I'm on a scouting mission with General Secura and she's giving the orders."
"Who is that, Bly?" Aayla asked in her rich accent.
"Some man saying to 'execute order 66.' Do you have new orders?" Bly straightened.
"No, he has the wrong legion. Tell him to check his communication number."
Bly nodded and relayed the information to a seemingly confused man. Bly ended the transmission moments later.
"Alright," Aayla pointed. "Take a look at this here..."
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"Commander Grey, the time has come. Execute Order 66."
"Order 66." Grey pondered for a moment. "I don't think I'm the man you meant to contact, but that is actually a good plan. General, I have an attack strategy," Grey waved Billaba over. He quickly relayed a battle plan for her and she nodded.
"Good strategy," Billaba pivoted to her men. "Troopers, assume position 66!"
"Oh, yeah," Grey grinned, shutting off his transmitter before saying anything else to the man. "You're going down, clankers."
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"Commander Wolffe. The time has come. Execute Order 66."
"I dunno what you're talking about and I'm flying a ship right now, so get out of my face." Wolffe didn't even wait for a response before she shut the transmitter off. Whoever the guy was, Wolffe doubted he'd see him again. And since Skywalker was busy, he doubted anyone who was his superior would be stupid enough to give him an unrelevant order.
Wolffe rolled his eyes and went back to focusing on flying the ship. Someone better buy him something good at 79's when he got back to Coruscant.
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Ponds startled awake from the continuous beeping of his transmitter. He groaned and sat up. He'd finally gotten to sleep and now this had to wake him up?
Sloppily flopping his arm around to find the holodisk, Ponds' hand finally reached it and he answered the call. Before he could say anything, the hazy figure spoke in a raspy voice.
"Commander Ponds, the time has come. Execute Order 66."
Ponds stared at the figure in bewilderment. "Who are you, how did you get my comm number, and how do you know my name?" He wasn't even on call! He'd literally been sleeping fifteen seconds ago.
"It is I, your emperor. Emperor Palpatine."
"Last time I checked you were the chancellor," Ponds blinked blearily at the man. Maybe he'd heard him wrong. "I'm not on call, but I'll inform the General of your request."
"No, don't–"
Ponds ended the transmission, tossed the holodisk aside, and flopped back down onto his bed. He needed more sleep.
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Palpatine had one more chance to get a clone on the right track. He was infuriated to find out that the order didn't trigger any of the clones.
Palpatine sent the transmission. He had mere minutes before Skywalker returned with more Jedi to overthrow him. Skywalker was onto him being a sith lord and too stubborn to turn yet, but he'd be the new apprentice soon.
The transmission went through and the straight form of Captain Rex appeared before him in the hazy, blue light.
"Captain Rex, the time has come. Execute Order 66," Palpatine ordered.
"Order 66?" Rex asked aloud. "I'm sorry, but I don't think I'm currently taking orders from you."
No, no, no, no, no! Not again!
"If you'll be patient for a moment, I'll get my commanding officer," Rex turned around.
"Don't get your commanding officer," Palpatine blurted, but Rex had left the frame. Palpatine groaned and facepalmed in exasperation. Could this day become possibly worse?
A young, female Togruta appeared in the frame with Rex following her. Skywalker's pet.
"Hello, sir. I understand you are saying that our orders have changed?" Ahsoka asked, her voice calm and gentle. What a priss. "Who is this?"
"My identity is unimportant," Palpatine said, knowing that if she knew who she was, she'd ruin his plan.
The girl narrowed her eyes at him. "If you don't tell me who you are, I'm afraid I'll have to take more extreme measures. There's something off about you and it needs to be settled. Identify yourself."
"Who are you, child, that you think you can give your emperor orders?" Palpatine hissed.
Ahsoka huffed a laugh. "Sir, there is no emperor. I'm going to have to call in my master."
"No, you don't need to do that," Palpatine insisted, hiding his fear.
"Anakin," she spoke to her wrist comm, ignoring Palpatine. "Anakin, we're in transit right now, but there's a weirdo on the comms spewing some strange stuff. I'm going to find out where he's at, but as soon as we get back to Coruscant, I'd like some help."
"Just hang tight, Snips," Anakin's voice came through, barely audible. "I'm going to meet you halfway. I'm at the senate building right now, but I'll get there as fast as I can."
Palpatine rolled his eyes. This was all outrageous.
As Ahsoka began talking again, fiddling with the transmitter as she did so, Palpatine sensed a disturbance outside the door. The Jedi had arrived.
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Several things happened in the next portion of time.
The first thing that happened was that Ahsoka confusedly watched as several Jedi jumped into the frame of the transmitter and battled the mystery man who claimed to be the senate.
The second thing that happened was the Jedi overpowered Palpatine and arrested him.
The third thing that happened was that Palpatine ended up in a prison that even he couldn't break free from.
The war ended half an hour later.
Palpatine threw a chair at the wall.
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Word Count: 1,477
Published: Jun. 18, 2022
I had so much fun writing this. Wolffe's response is my favourite.
This isn't all correct, but meh. I like it.
Also, is anyone else in physical pain from listening to Palpatine speak?
Requests are open, feel free to message me or make a comment if you have any ideas!
Bye, peoples!