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When the woman first opened her eyes, it was not a very promising view. Metal ceiling, a light, flickering, and pain, as if her body was still desperately trying to grow. She was awake for just a moment when a man said, calmly, "That won't do." There was a sharp pain in her wrist, and then it was dark again.
***
The next time she opened her eye, the pain was, largely, gone. Slowly rising to a sitting position, the woman examined her surroundings, clearly some sort of lab. She was sitting on some sort of table. There was a man, pale, as if bleached of all color, standing across from her. He was smiling, a clipboard in his hand. He was the only person around.
"Tell me, AK-317, how do you feel?"
"How do I... what are you talking about?"
"Ah, Adara, how do you feel?"
"Adara... that's... that's... me... my... name..." Memory was slowly beginning to come creeping back, in faint pieces and fragments. Gunshots on concrete steps, fire in the heavens, in her hands. Wars. Shames. Weakness. Yet it was all wrong. They weren't her memories; they were... someone else. A different woman. "I... where am I?"
"Ah, now that's an interesting question. You are in the Zetga biotechnical labratory, where you have just been created. How are you feeling?"
"Like shit. What do you mean created?" Things weren't lining up correctly, and she was starting to feel a certain fear and confusion. Why was she naked? What had happened to her eye? Who was he?
"I'm sure you may have guessed, but you are not, in fact, Adara Kalai'ta, and yet you are certainly Adara Kalai'Shin. Come with me, I'll show you."
He turned to leave, and she could do nothing but follow. He led her down a long metal hallway, the paneling freezing her naked feet. Thumbing a pad at the end of the corridor, he opened the blast door, revealing a truly vast chamber. A massive pit had been opened in the earth, and the walls were filled with rows upon rows of servers, and small glass vials in cryogenic capsules.
"Here, you see, is the work of thousands upon thousands of years. The genetic information and encoded memories of every force sensitive, or otherwise important individual to ever pass through a medical clinic staffed by one of our agents, since the days of the first Republic. Of course, accidents have happened, much has been lost, but still, much remains."
"Why?" It was the only question she could ask.
"Isn't it obvious? Immortality, perfection... we'll get there eventually. Clones really are the most fascinating science."
"Then I'm..."
"A clone. Yes."
Adara stared in silence at the vast space, and then muttered, quietly. "Why am I missing an eye; that wasn't genetic."
"Well, I thought it would hardly be sporting to give you back an eye for free, so I gouged it out while you were still developing."
Her fists clenched, but she didn't move to hit him. "And what purpose do I serve, then... creator..."
"Now? Nothing. You're just a triumph, you know. the seventh clone from the Adara stock, and the first one I've ever made who was able to fully accept the memory graft. We only got about seven years of memories, so you're missing quite a bit, but... still. You are, in fact, Adara Kalai. The first, in fact, who has been. I'm quite pleased with you, really. A major success has been had today. Before now, it was impossible to do the memory grafts on force sensitive individuals, it just didn't work. I wonder if perhaps it was because you've been dead so long. I don't know..."
Adara shook her head, numbly. "This is crazy."
"Oh I wouldn't say that. How about you go lie down and we'll talk when you feel better."
***
Smoke was billowing up from the server room, the fires licking walls of cyrogenic capsules, and Adara was struggling to breath. The man, who had never given her his name, in the few weeks she had been a resident in this lonely labratory, was standing across from her again. The gun in his hand was still smoking, the blood splattered on the wall behind her was running down to stick to her hair.
It hurt.
He smiled indulgently, like a father who caught a child being naughty.
"That was certainly unexpected, but Adara... that cobbled little bomb of yours won't be enough to destroy much of anything. Thank goodness. I can understand why you did it; you don't really believe your a clone; not really. You think this is some insane dream I have. You see, it isn't. I'm the latest in a long line of clones, carrying on the dream of the original. We can't share memories, but we share a dream, and we are getting close. Suffice to say, I've learned all I can from you in here, and you are just going to be a nuisance."
"So you'll dispose of me like any failed experiment?"
"What? No no! I'm sending you out into the world. Watching you will be so much fun, silly child. I even took the liberty of recreating your old uniform, as best I could, from records. I'm sure it will make quite the stir. Now, you're going to sleep, and when you wake up, this will all be a rather silly dream you've had. Good bye, Adara. I'll be watching."
Then there was blue light, and darkness.
Roleplays:
Little Lost Girl
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Hair: white
Eye: red
Skin: pale
Species: Echani
Age: 2 months, or 20 years.
Inherited skills: Spec Ops training (outdated), military command (outdated), outdated knowledge of a very smart, talented, overconfident supreme commander of Republic forces.
Force Sensitive: Force Witch with pyrokinetic abilities.
Eye: red
Skin: pale
Species: Echani
Age: 2 months, or 20 years.
Inherited skills: Spec Ops training (outdated), military command (outdated), outdated knowledge of a very smart, talented, overconfident supreme commander of Republic forces.
Force Sensitive: Force Witch with pyrokinetic abilities.
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