“Is this thing on? I think… There we go. My name is… Heh, my name. Even that’s a lie… Whatever, I’m called Aska. At least, that’s what the trench coats call me. I’m a clone. A science experiment. A f***ing copy. Everything I’ve ever known has been this lab on… Coruscant, I believe this world is called. Top Trench asked me to record my thoughts on this datapad, and I don’t even know what to say… We ran more tests today. Pretty simple and standard things like a small obstacle course, some blood work. But they did hand me a blaster pistol. I… I don’t know why but it just felt so perfect in my hands. When I was asked to fire at the target, i-it was almost like an instinct. It came so… naturally. It definitely beats the tests they’ve been running me through since I was a kid. I still don’t trust Trench, but it seems like he is finally starting to look at me like a normal person, too. Or at least, he trusts me enough to hold a loaded weapon. Either way, it’s progress,”
“It’s been a couple weeks since my initial entry. Trench is letting me walk around freely now. He asked me to come to his office this morning after breakfast, and I’m still trying to figure out everything he and his team had told me. I guess… It seems I was cloned from the genetic material of an ancient bounty hunter. An ancestor of his, I think? He was pretty excited when he was explaining his ‘project’. Cloning, he says, has been a plague on society for almost two hundred years. They made an entire army of clones that were used to dominate the galaxy and establish an Empire that none had ever seen the likes of before but it was torn down by a rebellion. Until a clone was used to try and bring back the same Emperor, but I guess he never got the chance to do… Whatever it was he wanted to do.
It was that clone that sparked Trench’s experiment that led to my creation. I guess this emperor was some sort of wizard or something? I don’t get it but he had some sort of magic power. A power that was nearly impossible to duplicate in the cloning process, and yet the Emperor’s scientists were able to accomplish it. And it seems Trench has been trying to replicate this experiment. He said that the bounty hunter I was created from had tapped into this same power and was able to use it too. So does this mean that I’m going to be able to use these powers? Trench tends to think so. He seems to think my proficiency with the blaster was an indication that this magic may be something encoded in genetic material, though his advisors believe it may just be a memory imprint within the bounty hunter’s DNA rather than some mystical energy. Tomorrow we are going to be conducting some more tests, I suppose. Aska signing off,”
"It has been an incredibly hard few days. The test that Trench had decided to put me through… I killed a man. I had no choice. I was brought to the surface of Coruscant by Trench and one of his aides where we had met up with a Nikto thug. Dur’Agu was his name. I doubt I’ll ever forget it, or his ugly alien mug. Five hundred credits were all he asked for before he attacked me. That’s what my life is worth. It’s… kind of a blur. One moment he is charging at me, the next I’m crushing his skull with my heel. It was almost instinctual… Like with the blaster. I’m beginning to think that even I don’t know myself, what I’m capable of. But it gets worse. Trench, I know your listening. You want to give me to a crime lord. You created me to capture, abuse and kill. But I will not be someone’s weapon. By the time you find this datapad, I’ll be gone. But you already know I am. I’ve hated you for so long, Trench. Yet you were like a father to me. I just want to say thanks for giving me life, but it’s a life I plan on using how I want, not how you or anyone else tell me. But I also want to tell you that after all these tests, both physical and psychological, you’ve succeeded in one thing. You’ve created a murderer. I know she is there, inside me. And for that, you can go die for all I care… Good bye, Trench. Rahmier, I will miss you, my friend. Aria…. Go f*** yourself."
Aska has spent the entire twenty four years of her life below the surface of Coruscant, confined to the laboratory that was responsible for her creation. Her only social interaction comes from the men and women who had replicated the DNA sequence of her predecessor. Because of this, and the lack of true trust in Trench and his team, the young clone has a tendency to remain quiet and prefers to observe her current surroundings and situations before acting rashly or out of impulse. During her later teenage years, the scientists had moved away from educational testing and evaluation and instead began to invest more time in examining her physical capabilities as well as her composure under times of stress. The tests the teams had performed grew increasingly more intense though they had never progressed to violence. Obstacle courses with varying amounts of lethal danger became the norm, and in time the stress that Aska felt trying to survive each consecutive course seemed to unlock parts of her psyche that she had never been able to express. Sarcasm to her superiors as well as a crude and irresponsible behavior became evident, and will be monitored for further development.
Another attribute of note is Aska’s compassion and deep value for living beings. Some of the tests performed by Trench had been done without Aska’s awareness, bringing small animals into the lab. As a child, the young clone would immediately bond with any animal brought into her life, and when the creature was exterminated to evaluate her response she would react as any small child would. Extreme sadness and tantrums followed by social distancing. But as she progressed through her testing and matured over time, she began to maintain a distance from connecting with the creatures. In time, these tests were brought to an end, but the damage was done. The woman loves any living creature but refuses to allow any sort of connection to occur.
The young clone has proven herself to be incredibly acrobatic and charismatic, much like her predecessor. Another inheritance she seems to have acquired is an aptitude for blaster pistols. While she is not a dead perfect shot, she required little to no instruction on understanding how to operate, fire and aim the weapon as soon as it was placed in her hands. Further testing required.
+ Single Bladed Red Lightsaber
+ Full Body Skin Tight Jumper (White with baby blue accenting)