Homeless Clone Trooper Novels & Stories

Now that oversight worked in my favor. Then I boarded a train back home. As the scenery shifted outside the window, I felt the wind on my face and suddenly realized tears were streaming down my cheeks. My tears weren't for the upscale nursing home they'd canceled or the money they'd stolen, but for the calculating betrayal itself and how my son had become someone I no longer recognized. If Ryan only saw me as something to exploit, then he didn't deserve the apartment Peter and I had bought with our life savings anymore. I would take back the home we'd given them to build their lives in.

stepped forward, his voice identical to Mavric’s own. “Surrender, Mavric. Let me take over your burdens. You’re tired, aren’t you? Let me become the new Mavric Thorne, and you… you can rest forever, right beside your mother.” Mavric looked at his clone with pure disgust. “You speak as though you possess a soul. You are nothing more than a collection of proteins and wires forced to mimic a human being.” Suddenly, Liora’s voice rang out over the villa’s public address system.

Kirou allowed himself a few moments to fully digest all the memories that he had received. *******Flashback******* The path that this clone took eventually led to the other side of the mountain where there was a path that led to a deep valley. The clone originally had no idea where to go but it had come across a few bandits patrolling the area. The clone stuck to the shadows and carefully followed behind the patrol without making its presence known. A few minutes later, the clone was led back to a well-constructed village that looked more like a well-fortified fortress as opposed to being a simple bandit hideout.

A double-reinforced vault with retinal scan access. As Chaewon stepped forward. The scanner lit green, access granted and the doors opened. And there she was, the clone. Standing in the center of the room, wearing Chaewon’s wedding gown. The exact same one. “Hello, Chaewon,” she said softly. “I’ve been waiting.” Han raised his gun. The clone didn’t move. Jian stepped in front of Chaewon. “Kang. Where is he?” “He’s already moved,” the clone said. “He doesn’t need this facility anymore.”

And most terrifyingly, he saw Themselves. ​Floating in the violet mist were "Draft-Clones"—beings who looked like Kael and Nora but were frozen in moments of failure. One Kael was still Muted, his mouth sewn shut by silver wire. Another Nora was a cold, mechanical drone of the Sovereign-Swarm. ​"They’re the versions of us that gave up," Nora said, her voice trembling. "The versions where the 'Friction' wasn't enough." ​Suddenly, the mist began to coalesce. Out of the wreckage of a "Failed Chapter 50," a figure emerged. He looked exactly like Kael, but his "Bloom-Armor" was black, and his pulse-cane was a jagged shard of obsidian.

The Cadogans are going to go against us! ‘They’re the Cadogans from Metrocity, and they’re going to cut us up into pieces!’ Kayson pondered for a short moment. Soon afterward, he said, “Come with me, the three of you. We’re going to Admiralporium.” Upon hearing that, Master Shannong’s expression changed slightly, and he expressed his concern. “Will Admiralporium take us in willingly?” The three of them were considered homeless now! Kayson said, “I believe that Chief Kline will do it out of respect for me.”

Torches flickered somewhere ahead, cold, pale flames like the one in the lab ruins. Not natural Not fire Electric Ronan’s heart hammered faster The Hunters had been here recently. Or the clone had learned how to mimic them. He rounded a sharp bend And froze The tunnel opened into a narrow chamber carved from ancient stone. Vines crawled across the walls like vines. Pools of murky water dotted the ground. And in the centre stood the clone. Not fully human Not fully anything Her silhouette flickered, like a glitch in the air. Her hair hung in tangled ropes. One eye glowed faintly, not gold like Ronan’s, not green like Kiera’s White. Dead white.

), and Jack stood on the empty pier watching the convoy disappear into the Jersey morning. "Sir." Marcus Two approached, one of the few clones who'd stayed behind with the core team. "What happens to my brothers now?" Jack looked at the young werewolf—biologically young, at least, though he'd only been conscious for a few days. The fear in his eyes was real. The hope was realer. "Now we make them a home." "We don't have a home." "No." Jack turned toward Manhattan, toward the skyline where Sterling Tower should have been visible but wasn't. "But I know where we can get one."

I stood up, my expression unyielding, and commanded, "Return home, Apollo." After the viewscreen went blank, cheers erupted on the bridge as Atlantis powered back up and warped us back home. I made my way to the medical bay to check on the rescued humans. They revealed a chilling truth, 'The Order' had granted Zorvath permission to take a few humans in exchange for advanced technology. However, instead of experimenting on them, many of whom, were homeless before being taken. Zorvath's crew had been cloning them, using their bodies to create vessels for their survival on Earth's surface. The clones were human shells designed to blend in, so they could pretend to be human and walk among us. W

"Citizens Doug Douglas? My name is Herod. President Rackoon sends his apologies for not being here in person, but wonders if you would join him for dinner. Yes? Excellent... The President who be most pleased. "Now, if you will be so kind as to follow, I will escort you to your quarters". The robot led, the humans followed, and the autocart brought up the rear. Eyes watched, and plans were modified. Like the complex organism that it was, the onboard subculture had a nearly infinite capacity to adapt. New players had arrived. The game continued. * * * In spite of the fact that the Clone Hegemony had managed to corral prime real estate located only steps from the senatorial chambers, the interi