Hevy Clone Wars Novels & Stories

Afterward, they held each other, Damian’s hand resting on the belly, feeling the child move. But victory was hollow. The Architect’s death had released something worse. New threats simmered in the shadows. The clones had not all been destroyed. In the chaos of the final battle, several enhanced duplicates had escaped the labs. They were out there—looking exactly like Damian, programmed with fragments of his memories, but loyal to the old syndicate’s remnants. They moved in the shadows, gathering followers, whispering promises of a restored order. One week after the fleet’s fall, the first clone appeared.

No gunfire—just small pods shooting out, arcing toward the stairs. “They need human anchors to stabilize the portal,” Maya whispered, horror in her voice. “By bringing you here, I gave them the keys to this world.” One pod landed right by David and Bianca. The hatch opened. Out stepped the Maya clone from the lab. But this time, she wasn’t crying. She wore a Rossi commander’s uniform, radiating power and cruelty. “Thank you, Sister.” The clone’s smile was all teeth. “The Board is ready to move in now.”

The stars seemed to snap into existence as Jose Fonseca-Three Hundred Forty six dropped hyper, switched his sensors to max, and scanned the surrounding volume of space. Something that he, plus all 876 of his "brothers" had done countless times before. In spite of the fact that the Clone Hegemony had joined the Confederacy at the conclusion of the second Dodvalian war, they continued to maintain their own military forces and placed little reliance on the Confederate Navy. That being the case, the clones conducted regular patrols along their section of the Galaxy - mostly to control smuggling, but to ensure their sovereignty as well.