Twisted Morals✧︎ A Clone Wars Story
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  • Reads 876
  • Votes 35
  • Parts 5
  • Time 21m
Ongoing, First published May 06, 2020
The Battle of Umbara is over. Jedi General Pong Krell has been executed for treason, authorized by CT-7567, or Captain "Rex", of the 501st Legion. Everyone seems to be glad this trial is over, except for Padawan Learner Sei Belwyn. She is reassigned to Jedi Knight Mora Kyja a week after the death of her Master, Krell. 
Sei is not completely disappointed that her master is gone, but the Jedi Order has their suspicions about her, despite her apparent innocence. 

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Clone Order 66 was the time when all Jedi died. All the Knights, padawans, and children of the force, dead. All but one, me. The clones killed them all. Every clone turned. All except three, Gregor, Rex, and Wolffe. My best friend was among the ones who turned. His name was Jack. After he shot down my master, I fled. I left with the three clones still on my side. I never wanted to see Jack again. I'm an untrained Jedi, without a master, running from the Sith that want me dead. How did this happen? My parents disappeared and my sister died in an explosion caused by the republic forces, almost 10 years ago! I thought I'd never see any of them again, I was wrong. During an un-planned rescue, I learned of a message from an old Jedi master. I regret my instant reaction to the instructions I was given. I've been told poems that don't make any sense by ghosts. Don't call me insane, I know I am. One of them drills into me and I can't get it out. The ghost had told me, they loved droids so much, they became one. I don't know who they are? Me? Let's hope not. I then heard a strange, mechanical sounding, yet familiar voice from the bushes around me. "It's not." She answered. "It's me."