Clone Wars Clone Blaster Novels & Stories

“So, for starters you are no longer Abigail” Whiz had produced a thick manilla envelope from a pocket in the side of his chair. He opened it and pulled out a new identification card that had my picture and most of the details were correct, but now I had a new name. “Clara is on her way over here she is going to give you a new hairstyle as well. Most of your background information does not need to change. I find that if I can stick as close to the truth as possible people have a better time absorbing and becoming their new selves.” I don’t know if Whiz could see that I was getting overwhelmed, but he reached over and patted my hand in reassurance. Once I nodded that I was ok he continued.

Dang it! Ummm...Harley Quinns? Oh my...it unlocked. Okay Ari, let's see what's in here. What should I explore first? Let's go to gallery. I clicked on gallery and I started feasting my eyes. So far, all I've been seeing at pictures of guns, bullets, Harley Quinns and Joker. This girl is super wired.

Genji said as he pulled out his holo phone. “DON'T YOU DARE SEND IT TO MAIKA AND GET ME OUT OF HERE NOW!” Clayton shouted. Genji and Willow rolled their eyes as they laughed at the sergeant as they tried to pull him out by grabbing his center and groin plate. “I will hand it to you Clay despite Esmeralda blowing up. I am more impressed that you didn’t get torn in half by that explosion.” “Well Bossman I am awesome and I got plot armor!” Clayton bragged. “I would not count on it, you are merely a lucky mortal.” The Demon grunted.

Even if he used his skill, it would be pointless when the other party’s skill was in cool down. Stanley shot the rooftop and gave it some consecutive punches. After creating a hole where they could finally fit in, Byul immediately climb up and pointed his gun towards the zombies. Some time after, Stanley also climb up and scanned the surrounding area with his sense. The rain was pouring heavily and the thick fog won’t let them be seen from below. Byul raised his gun and was about to pull the trigger when Stanley just shot at the car five meters away from them.

The clone's scream echoed off concrete walls as strobe lights erupted through the darkness. I dropped into a combat crouch, rifle sweeping the blackness—until a boot connected with my ribs. The impact sent me skidding across the interrogation room floor. My NVGs shattered against the wall. Naz's voice cut through the chaos: "Ambush! They knew we—" Gunfire drowned her out. The clone—the other me—thrashed against her restraints. "They're coming!" Blood dripped from her split lip. "The real trap is in sublevel five!"

"There's only room for one of us." The gunshot cracked like thunder. My clone jerked sideways, a silver bullet blooming in her shoulder. Harris stood braced in the doorway, Olivia's pearl-handled revolver smoking in his grip. Luna darted past him, throwing herself over me. "No! Don't hurt her!" The clone staggered back, black blood oozing from her wound. She stared at the child, then at her own trembling hands—as if seeing them for the first time. "Luna?" Her voice wavered.

“Step aside, Ines. He is mine.” “No!” she screamed, rocking the child tightly, her balance faltering. “He is her child! Hers! Not yours! You have no right!” “I have every right,” Falvio said, his tone quiet, terrifying in its certainty. “And I will claim what is mine. You understand? Everything… belongs to me.” --- The wind tore at Ines’ coat, her boots sliding slightly against loose rock. She tried to back away, searching for solid footing, but the cliff offered no forgiveness. “I won’t let you! I—”

They drop like a bad memory learning gravity. Five bodies. My face on all of them. Same left eye, same mouth, same blunt shape of the chin my mother used to pinch when she wanted me to stop scowling. None of them scowl. They land around us in a clean ring. Sarah fires into the nearest throat. The clone takes the round, staggers one step, and keeps moving. “I hate that,” Sarah says. “Aim for joints.” “I did.” “Aim meaner.”

I lunged. I didn't care that my body felt like it was made of lead and glass. I didn't care that the hidden security turrets were finally whirring to life, their red targeting lasers painting a grid of death across my chest and stomach. I threw myself at the clone, my wings acting as a physical shield against the first volley of high-frequency bolts that hissed through the air.

Another death. "Stop!" "Wake them up." "I can't!" "Why not?" "Because they're not ready! They need another six months! Another year! Another decade!" "Then you have no power." "I have you." William pulled out a remote. Pressed a button. The tanks opened. The clones stepped out. Fifty of them. Fifty Henrys. Fifty monsters. --- Alexander ran. The clones followed. Slow at first. Then faster. They didn't speak. Didn't think. Didn't feel.