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"Hey,he's the one who started it by pointed a gun at me."He whinned."Then he goes and says all this stuff retaliating against everything I put out."He dropped it and choose to examin his pistol for the umpteenth time.

"I didn't though..."He replied childishly,keeping his eys on his pistol and away from Zeta's."Besides I cant help it.Well...I could...but then I'd go crazy.Or atleast excessivley twitchy."

"Well I'm either quiet,wich is when I've had a chance to vet some frustration on somthing.But eventualy it builds up and when I have no where to let it out on I make jokes or insults at people's expense once I find them out and if they've done somthing that ticks me off.If I didn't do that I would have no where to relax and then I just get really twitchy and edgy.Battle is how I keep myself relaxed.When I'm flying I'm really just a hazerd to anyone around,firing left and right.Spinning,skimming,taping.Things like that.Well,that's what I've figured at any rate."He looked up a couple times from his blaster then back down again every once in a while as he talked.

"Well when I get behind somthing fast I'll show you.Thanks for the ideas,I might take some of those up."He nodded and made a smiled,though it was impossible to see through the helmet.He holstered his blaster and took to examining his rifle,it was mostly standered though there where some things he had changed and augmented for or by him.Perhaps he should take to modifying his armor and weapons.

"Another figment of my imagination..." Theta droned, as if it was a recorded response to any stimuli when lost in thought. Though, just as he did with Iota, he looked, as if only to make sure, though unlike Iota's presence, wasn't surprized by the medic standing there.

"I've been thinking. Though I doubt you want to hear it. It deals with the crime and punishment of the criminal, and whether or not the social punishment fits the superior individual. I won't bore you with the details. Just leave me be..." He stated, looking over the edge, down at the waves crashing against the white pillars.

"Are we able to transend the barrier, from becoming clone to superhuman? We are raised as subservients, unable to question anything, but yet, if we were to commit a crime, would we be able to elevate ourselves, if our moral judgement were precisely tuned to be able to use proper judgement? We would be punished, but if we truely were superior to the ordinary person, even amongst ourselves, are we not simply to punish ourselves? the society needs not to convict us, as we will take it upon us to complete that step."

Theta continued to stare at the ocean. "What is it that you want? Flesh? Blood? Emotion? Isn't your status filled with enough of that already? You absorb all these sights and sounds, and other people's feelings, thoughts, emotions, et cetera, but how do you manage to have any of your own? You have no time or drive to listen to yourself, and sort out what can possibly be the real deal. You are sent on a job, from job to job, always kept busy. You never get a brake from the real world's demands trials, and you literally listen to everyone, rarely speaking a word. Does it not build up inside you? Your instincts will eventually let it out, and who will you turn to? Your patients are unable to bear their own burdens, let alone your flood of regurgitated troubles. Your superiors have no interest, and your fellow medics can't handle the transfer with a straight face or mind. Will you shout it to the world, or will you simply dump it on the closest ones to you, in hopes that they can support it?"

Theta listenedt to teh plink of drops on his helmet. "Such as the storm. It is able to disperse much water all over the place. On this planet, it makes no difference, as everything is water. However, if the cloud were to move to tatooine, it wouldn't even be able to exist, as the land itself would suck it up. You are a desert, screaming for water, but if enough water was brought that you were unable to contain it all, you are a muddled mass."

"The ocean breaks wave upon wave on this facility, yet we don't recognise it. It beats with the life of everything on the planet, yet nobody listens. Are we clones meant to be stuck like this artificial facility, unable to listen to the ocean? Is it impossible for us to listen? Our minds are trained not to hear it, to be the sore thumb, and realize that the world is nothing, only the mission. The orders. Orders, orders, orders. We have nothign but orders to follow. Our leaders do not lead us, they instead hire others to be the flagbearer, and we are to die for them. How can we protect those who won't even protect themselves? We cannot see the way things work on the outside. What is it that will provide a better means of execution? We blindly march on the orders of one man. Who is to say he is the moral judge of us all? What makes him right, when we could in fact be following an ordinary man, who cannot bear the responsibility of who si to be punished how..."

Theta trailed off, as his head drifted slowly down to his hands. within seconds, he had fallen asleep, completely unaware of anyone nearby. even the rain didn't bother him at all.

You are a Copy.
You are a Clone.
You were never born.
You were manufactured.
You are less than human.
You are not an individual
You are a Copy.
The Voices of his creators repeated themselves over and over again.
It was a maddening realization for a clone.
Then a hissing noise awakened him from his sleep. His Stasis pod had oppened. The Republic Finally needed him.
His eyes adjusted slowly as the steril white room came into focus.
"ARC Clone Trooper Captain Delta-47C. Awakened successfully from Hibernation." the voice of one of the toothpicks, or kaminoans as others call them, said.
I don't have a name. I have a number. he thought grimly. Like a damn Droid.
"how are you feeling Captain?"
"Cigarrette." he Replied.
"What was that?"
"Open your damn ears you Sithing Barve. I said I wanted a force Damned Cigarette" He snarled.
"Ah yes. Your little habit. we will have to correct that someday, but now is not that time." A Kaminoan moved into view and handed him his packet of lucky strikes and a lighter. he drew one of the fags out and lit it.
The soothing effect of the tabacc was a wonderful relief.
The headache his entire existence caused him was dulled.
he was calmer, more relaxed.
The Clone drew himself out of the Pod and instantly felt the chill of the room, as he was garbbed only in shorts.
Puffing on his cigarette he looked to the female toothpick. "Where's my gear?"
"Down the hall in the next Room, Captain. we did not have time to "repair" your modifications to your armor."
"Good." he said as he walked down to the room his armor was in. he opened the door and saw his equipment lying on a table. It was the armor of an Arc, but he had painted over the Captain's Red with a dark green. he had added a bandoleer as well to his armor, adding ammo and supplies in addition to hhis equipment belt.
Quickly he slipped on his armor, first the undersuit, then the armor pieces, then his Arc's Kama, then his bandoleer. he snatched his dual DC-17's and spun them expertly in his hands. he slid them home just as the Kaminoan walked into the room. The Clone looked to the toothpick as he held his helmit under his arm and took a last couple puffs om the cigarette.
"So who do I have to lead, where do we have to go, who do we have to kill, and who do we have to kill to get to the guy we have to kill?"
The Toothpick chuckled slightly. "Ah yes. Truly a clone of Jango."
The Clone found himself debating blowing the head off the Toothpick for even saying that to him.
"Your Group has not been named yet. The Mission will be revieled to you later. Now if you follow me, I will take you to see your Team."
Captain Copy, a name some jack a** Kaminoan stuck to him as some kind of sick joke, dropped the butt of the cigarette on the ground and stomped it out.
"Fine. lets see what kind of hutt spawn I have to baby sit for the republic."

Zeta crouched, still with Theta balanced on his arms, and looked up at Copy with bemused eyes. "We have a casualty here, sir." He nodded towards Theta with his chin.

Psi grinned.Now this is a commander.He thought to himself.He immediatley stopped examining his rifle and stiffend out into a salute.As long as he dosn't tell me how to shoot I should be fine taking orders with this guy.Unless he's one of those jack asses that insists on playing it stiff by the book.