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Star Wars Chapter 2: information gathering
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“Please proceed to the barracks for the night.” A woman's voice came through the speakers in the walls as the clones walked the corridors, making their way to their designated beds for the night… well, all except one.
Among the many clones wearing their casual red outfits, one paused mid-walking as he glanced toward the spot where the roof meets the walls. He raised an eyebrow and smirked, continuing to walk until he approached a little cross-section.
He quickly slid into the different corridor, not paying any mind to what the clones who were watching him were thinking.
He positioned himself near one side of the room while checking the hallway to guarantee he remained completely in the camera's blind spot as he checked around. ‘Chips production, some random Kaminoans place, uh, chips coding room… since when did we start making chips here? Ugh, whatever.’
The clone grabbed at his head, seeming increasingly annoyed by his lack of memory of the specific room he was searching for. It wasn’t entirely his fault either; the whole place looked the same until his eyes eventually landed on one of the last rooms in the hallway.
He was certain this was the correct room if his memory was accurate. He approached the door quickly, pausing as it opened for him upon detecting his body movements. He chuckled quietly to himself for jumping at something as silly as forgetting the door had sensors.
His foot was about to enter the room, but fell short as his brow furrowed. Raising an eyebrow, he slipped his hand into his pocket, rummaging around before pulling out a spoon.
The spoon was relatively clean... relatively, yet he turned it and angled it up into the corner of the room, revealing the tiny camera with its red light fading away before it returned.
He took a moment to calculate the height and distance as he pressed his body against the doorframe and extended his right arm into the room, ensuring he wasn’t in the camera's frame.
When he said the spoon was mostly clean, he referred to it being clean except for one spot: the scooping part, where some slop remained from earlier. He didn't know what the slop was, but it was served to him and his brothers and was not very appetizing. However, he could at least find some use for it.
He didn’t want to force the Kaminoan hands, but they certainly weren't listening to his request, probably because he was a clone. They could’t give two shits about them as long as they kept getting money.
He gritted his teeth at the thought of how some clones were treated better based on a simple test result. Fueling his anger, his grip on the spoon tightened as he flung the slop into the air until it hit the camera, obstructing its view of what he was about to do.
Finally, he stepped inside and glanced around, unable to suppress a small smile. It had been years since he last entered this room… the classroom.
The room he stood in was a place every clone would visit at some point in their lives, primarily to discover all that their galaxy had to offer. It was the sole location where he could find the information he was looking for.
A row of computer terminals stood idle, their screens dark for the night. He swiftly made his way to one, took a seat, and powered it on. The computer executed a brief bootup sequence before displaying a prompt for a clone ID.
He rubbed his chin and thought for a moment, realizing he couldn't exactly enter his number. However, he did remember one number, and it was time to collect some payback for all the times he had forcefully woken him.
‘Heh shouldn't have been waking me up, bitch.’ He inputted the number 1010, which the computer accepted and loaded for a second. Now that he had access to the entire library, he could search to his heart's content.
His eyes scanned the search results in the library, which were, to put it mildly, pretty interesting. ‘Why is there so much porn? All I searched for was the horniest creature, not porn. Hub… though this one could be helpful.’ He paused, then right-clicked a link, revealing some options before clicking to send the information to an external drive.
He kept scrolling until his eyes landed on another article that finally answered his question. But then he muttered to himself, “What the hell are Zeltrons?" hoping he wouldn’t be overheard from outside the room.
He took a couple of minutes to read the article and found out that the Zeltrons are a human-like species that are, let's say, extremely lustful. And no, that's not an exaggeration – a side article title mentioned that they sparked some of the galaxy's biggest orgies.
‘That could work…’ But the real issue was that he wasn’t sure if they even had the DNA for that species, and figuring that out would be a whole different story.
He grabbed his forehead, feeling a migraine building as he shrugged off the issue, not giving a fuck about it.
He stayed glued to the computer, gathering as much information as possible before implementing his plan. If he made even a single mistake and get caught, it would be over for him.
One last thing to figure out was whether the Kaminoans were still modifying their genetic code to change their bodies. From what the clones learned about the history of the clone facilities and the Kaminoans themselves, they altered their genetic code to make themselves more adaptable after the Great Flood.
‘But how would I track down that kind of information? I doubt they’d leave it in the system…’ He closed his eyes, while still stroking his chin, as he tried to come up with an idea, and tilted his head in a slightly puzzled way.
When the screen looks at him, and he looks at the screen…When the screen looks at him, and he looks at the screen…When the screen looks at him, and he looks at the screen…
(My best attempt at the one meme.)
He starts typing once more. ‘There hot milfs in my area? What? There aren't even any mothers here??? Wait, do Kaminoans bang? Agh, what a headache!’ After finally finishing typing and all those weird ads that he saw, his final search was ‘Do Kaminoans still gene splice?’ and what were the results? Nothing absolutely zero. What a waste.
“Fuck!” His voice was muffled by his hand covering his mouth, blocking the sound as he cursed out. What is he going to do now? He sat there, lost in thought, trying to figure out his next move, until a sigh escaped his lips as he scratched the back of his head.
Whatever he planned to do, it was best to sort it out later. By now, the hallways should be clear of clones, so he'd need to be quiet and slip back into his barracks.
He entered the commands, which freed an external chip from the console. He grabbed it and slipped it into his clean pocket. Standing up, he turned off the computer and did his best to make it look like no one had ever touched it.
The chip contained information on the Zeltrons, along with another interesting find that could be useful in his mission to coerce them through sex. He couldn’t help but smirk a little. That line of thinking was pretty ridiculous - how would it even work? It sounded like something from one of those weird porn stories. Still, he didn't have any other way to get them to cooperate.
He was heading toward the door he had come in through earlier, but stopped halfway and turned his head, his eyes scanning the room from right to left. For some reason, something was bothering him, as if something was off compared to the moment he first entered the room.
He looked at the rows of computers, and they seemed to be fine. Next was the camera in the corner, still covered in food grime on its lens, some of which hadn’t fallen off yet, angled to the center of the room. For a moment, he wondered if his nerves were just on edge because he was doing something a clone was never meant to do.
He scratched the back of his head, feeling frustrated by that annoying itch, but nevertheless, he kept walking forward to the door, which slid open upon sensing his movements.
He was about to step out, but hesitated just inches from the door. He tilted his head slightly into the hallway and scanned it, checking that the coast was clear before finally leaving the room.
He walked slowly, retracing his steps while staying out of the camera's sight. As he moved, he wiped away the sweat on his forehead. He made his way carefully towards his barracks, which were just one hallway away.
He couldn’t help but crack a smile at what he’d just pulled off. Excitement? Nah, that didn’t even come close to how he was feeling; it was probably a mix of emotions. In a way, it was thrilling to be breaking the rules set for them.
But why, really? That was a question worth asking, since they had been taught to be obedient soldiers and to follow every order they were given at a young age. But what made him feel this way? He pressed his fingers to his temple, feeling a slight thumping sensation. The more he thought about the whole matter, the worse his headache became.
His hand grasped the back of his head, where a throbbing headache pulsed, pulling his attention away as he turned the corner.
“THUMP”
Out of nowhere, his body collided with someone else, catching him off guard as he stumbled a few feet back and landed on his ass. "Fuck," he muttered quietly under his breath, his eyes slowly drifting toward the person he'd bumped into, starting from the bottom of their outfit.
The first thing he noticed was their white shoes. Their legs quickly vanished behind a slightly light blue, see-through dress that teased at their legs before completely disappearing the higher you looked at their outfit, which shifted from the light blue to a more typical white clothing that all Kaminoans wore.
They had a slim waist that gradually widened to their chest, which was a light blue at the base, then turned white, unlike most Kaminoans; however, her chest was somewhat larger.
Measuring dicks wasn’t the only contest they held. At other times, they'd also have competitions for the strongest, fastest, or smallest clones. Plus, occasionally, they would wager on which Kaminoans had the biggest chest, ass, or even thighs and well the winner in the chest department stood before him now.
“Ah, if it's CT-69, what are you doing out of bed? You shouldn’t be up.” Unlike many other Kaminoans, the one standing before him spoke warmly and somewhat motherly toward him. “Ah, Taun We, I was just taking a walk, you know, because of the whole bed situation.” The clone spoke with a hint of nervousness, which should have given him away as a liar, but Taun We closed her eyes and smiled at him instead.
He looked at the Kaminoans with a hint of hesitation as he got back onto his own two feet. “Ah, yes, I plan to bring this up at my next meeting with the prime minister.” The clone crossed his arms, rolling his eyes at the fact that he had heard the line before. “Uh-huh, sure.”
Taun We tilted her head, looking at him innocently as she processed his words, confused. “Is something wrong?” The clone grasped his forehead, staring back at her. “You've said the exact same thing to me three times in a row now.”
“Ahh, I understand now, but you shouldn’t worry about such things, haven’t I always ended up helping you?” She wasn’t exactly wrong there, as throughout his whole life, out of any of the Kaminoans he talked to, Taun We is the one he spoke to the most about his problems, and in the end, she would always help him out.
“I… Guess so,” he responded while still considering the times she had helped him. His eyes briefly glanced at his pocket, where the external drive rested. One reason he even brought it was that he had his own device to open the files on the drive without the Kaminoans knowing; since everything is monitored, they would have discovered his activities if he plugged it into a random terminal.
Who did he have to thank for that? The very woman standing before him. He was surprised when one day she came up to him and handed him such a device. When she did, she tilted her head and gave a small smile while raising a finger as if to tell him to keep it quiet. “Yes, as our pride, joy, and property, it is our duty to keep all your needs in check; otherwise, we would be horrible cloners.”
He stared at her for a while, suppressing the words ‘really?’ He couldn't tell if she was somehow incredibly innocent or just foolish based on those words. “Yeah…well, you know I should be on my way, you know how it is, I'm very late for roll call.” He slowly side-stepped around her, while her eyes followed his body as he talked.
“Ah, very well, I'd better head back to my lab and get back to running more gene splicing tests then.” The clone had already taken a few steps away from her when he came to a stop. A slight screeching noise came from his shoes as he did so. Did his luck max out or something? It didn’t matter, as in the end, what mattered was getting an answer to his question; after all, what are the odds? It's not like he was in some kind of story where solutions to problems just magically fall from the sky.
“Oh, I didn’t think Kaminoans still did gene splicing? I mean, I’ve heard you guys were into it, but that was ages ago.” He was lying through his teeth, but he needed the answers to this. Taun We turned her body slightly to look back at him with her gentle smile. “ Ah, of course, we still do such things. After all, the gene splicing we did on ours helped keep our species alive for many eons. “
“ So would you say you're not the only one who still does gene splicing?” she stared at him with a questionable look on her face. “ Yes, it would be a surprise if you hadn’t, but why do you ask Ct-69?”
“Oh, you know… just a sudden clone interest”
“Very well, if you'd like to discuss our history further in the future, feel free to ask me for help,” she said, slightly waving before finally heading back the way the clone had come from prior. He stood there, lost in thought, but one thing had become much clearer to him: if Taun We were telling the truth, then perhaps Nala Se would also be genetically modifying her body.
But now a new problem has arisen. What happens now?
From his conversation, he knows that Nala Se could be gene splicing, but it is unknown whether or not they have Zeltron's DNA; after all, it kind of all hinges on that. What's worse, the room that contains all the DNA from different species is a high-security zone that only Kaminoans can access.
He stopped in front of a white door, which opened for him after a moment, allowing him to walk in. As he did, he glanced down, noticing many of his brothers lying on the ground, fast asleep for the night.
He couldn’t help but look on with a hint of disappointment in his eyes, sad to see how few beds they had, forcing them to sleep on the ground. What made it even worse was that more clones were being created, which meant this situation was only going to get a lot tougher for them.
He walked carefully over the scattered bodies, trying his best to avoid stepping on anyone's hand or head. But as he made his way through, some of the clones let out cries of pain, “Ow!” “Hey, watch out!" “Watch where you're stepping, asshole!" evenutlly though he made it to his bunk bed.
One of the many things that he and his brothers shared in common was loyalty to each other, so it was no surprise that his bed was open for him to sleep on. Still, he wouldn’t mind sharing his bed with his brothers if it meant they could get some solid sleep.
He climbed into bed while a sigh escaped, exhausted from his day. He nearly died from the fall, hell, that's probably why he's so exhausted from his knowledge. Nala Se used a type A inject, which acted like a speed-up healing process, but caused the person's effects to be more tired.
Maybe that's why he was getting those headaches, which hurt like hell. On top of that, there was news about the upcoming Senate meeting, which was supposed to create an army…an army they already had, which didn't make any sense to him, but he was a simple clone, so who was he to question that?
He took a deep breath, then flipped over to face the white wall for a moment before finally using his left hand. He pressed it against the hard, cold metal and moved it slowly across, as if searching for something, until he stopped at a certain point and applied pressure, causing a metal plate to pop out slightly.
Removing the metal wall plate revealed a small computeristic device he had hidden. It was the same one Taun We had given him a long time ago. A slight smile appeared on his face as he still remembered the first time he received it…’Wait a moment…’
Like a lightbulb appearing over his head, the clone's eyes widen as he realizes how he could acquire the Zeltron's genes.
When Taun We had given him the small devices, she didn’t exactly have them on her. She had gone to her computer and pushed a few buttons, which caused a wall compartment to open, revealing the devices. And that's not the only time he's seen them around, either. In the med bay, Nala Se had something similar, except it was on her table.
Nala Se also has something like that in her lab; after all, she hardly leaves it except for work-related matters. Thought, for whatever reason, she keeps it locked at all times when she is away from the room.
Then that concludes it. It's time to take a look around her lab. The clone rested his arms behind his head while staring at the white bunk above him before finally closing his eyes.
three days later
As Nala Se walked through, a pair of double white doors slid open, her hips swaying as she entered the hallway. She glanced around for a moment, then turned right and started walking down the hallway.
“Zoom”
Her feet came to a stop as her eyes met the ground. She appeared to be contemplating something before looking back at her lab door and seeing it shut.
She shook her head and kept walking down the hallway, leaving the room behind. Unbeknownst to her, behind the doors was a clone seeking revenge.
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So, a fun fact, I actually pulled up images of both Taun We and Nala Se and tried to compare them to the best of my abilities, and I do believe Taun We wins in that department…and probably the rest as well.
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