Kamino Clone Novels & Stories

Since this was Ieasu Detogana, from the galaxy of Mikawa, anyway, when Gihideyoshi the last king in my path when I killed him, was leaving no resistance in my path for me to have free access to this path and to this galaxy. - Anyway. – Kurayami said. “I will take you to my trophy room later to see the power sources. - He said. - Besides, you want to make clones and monsters, even soldiers, I will give you the right formula, you will have Luna by your side. – Kurayami said. - You knew of a part of the forge and the fountain. – Kurayami said. – What did you think to find out, besides the location? - Kurayami questioned.

"Are you a criminal now?. "Let me explain this to you, the guy who is on the news is not me, he is my clone. He looks exactly like me and he can do everything i can do but he is a ghost, he is also the same fool who was attacking me at the farm house, i don't know if you believe me or not" i explained and they were all quite listening to what i was saying. "So you have been hiding all this to us this entire time?, you really thought that was damn cool?" Dad asked and he smelled anger.

The doppelgängers wake. They're not mimics. They're *upgrades*. --- **The Perfections** The Kelly clone moves first, her static a controlled storm, her eyes glowing with the Arbor Prime's green light. "You're flawed. Let us fix you." The Hunter clone phases through solid matter, his roots razor-sharp. "You'll thank us later." The Kael clone aims a rifle forged from pure entropy. "Stand still. This'll sting." Veyra and I retreat, but the garden shifts, walls of thorns cutting off escape. The Custodian watches, bored. "This is why we use clean templates. Organics are so... *messy*."

“Team Three, I need confirmation on the south entrance. Are those motion sensors active or decorative?” Camilia moved closer, noting the tension in his shoulders and the way his jaw kept clenching. She had been watching him work for hours, coordinating dozens of moving pieces for tonight’s operation, and the stress was written in every line of his body. “Rosa made sandwiches. Roasted pork, the kind you actually like.” “Later.” Rohan switched to another laptop, pulling up thermal imaging of the Shadow facility. “Ricco, those explosive charges need to be shaped differently. We’re not trying to bring down the building, just create enough chaos to cover our entry.”

Camille began with blood and lies. DAMIAN I had seen terror before. But never this personal. Julian located the lab to a remote hillside in Moldova. Privately owned. Unlisted. However, the funding comes from old CrossTech companies. "Knox is preparing for transfer," he informed us. "He plans to implant the embryo within 48 hours. "He is utilizing your clone, Ava." Ava clinched her jaw but did not flinch. "This time," she continued softly, "we burn the entire program down."

Adrian said, stepping forward. “You don’t understand,” the clone replied, tone almost sympathetic. “I am not your enemy. I am what you were meant to become.” Adrian’s finger hovered over the trigger. “Then you’ll die proving you’re not.” He fired. The bullet struck the clone square in the chest — but instead of falling, the replica staggered, then steadied himself. Beneath his suit, glowing threads pulsed like veins of light, repairing the damage. Lena’s breath hitched. “They’ve integrated nanotech.”

Mingchan was smiling at Klayton but Klayton stood up and looked at them seriously. “To be honest, I will join you. I will go with you to the planet Earth.” Klayton said. Mingchan and Klayton were surprised and did not expect it. “Wait, what? You will join us. But why?” Zuno asked him. Klayton smirked at Zuno. “I am going to operate my business there and continue my project producing robot boyfriends for lonely women. Thank you Mingchan because I am now inspired to go on.” Klayton said.

He looked at me longingly again, seeming to have no inclination to keep talking. "What branch of the military?" "Special Forces, mostly reconnaissance." He didn't offer any more details, but he grinned at me. "You are not very forthcoming. Mr. Blackstone." "If I tell you any more, I'd have to kill you, and that would just blow my promise all to shit." "What promise?" I asked innocently.

"Your father was Stuart Bent Snr. He died in the bomb blast that killed dozens of Blood Crest Pack members. You are the first child of two and the only surviving one. You enjoy watching wrestling matches even though you hate the real deal. For a snack, your go-to is dark chocolate. Might I add more?" "It's really you, Alpha Seven!" Stuart screeched. I nodded. "The real one. Not the same as the impostor, got it?" Stuart shook his head slowly. "Are you really saying that a clone has been ruling over us for five years? How is that even possible?"

she asked, not wanting to believe it was possible, but she didn’t see any alternative either, what with the dragon being gone and having not taken off from the mountain behind him. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” he said, folding his arms across his muscular chest again. “I’m Slate Everclaw. I come from a long line of shifter dragons. We used to occupy the land where your kingdom and the other eleven are now located, before we were robbed of our most precious treasure, one that allowed my people to withstand the human threats that were slowly encroaching on our lands. Without the gem, my kind cannot transform without the moon in the sky. So… we were forced to take to the mountains. We