Kamino Clone Wars Novels & Stories

“Don’t shoot. If he’s coded to me, your weapon could trigger his defense sequence.” The clone stopped midway. He looked at Damon with something almost curious. Then he lifted his hand in a slow mirror of Damon’s earlier movement. Damon whispered, “He’s copying me.” Aleksander tensed. “If he copies your fighting style we won’t survive a direct confrontation.” The clone opened his mouth for the first time. His voice came out as a flat, cold version of Damon’s own. “Primary target identified.” My chest tightened. Damon didn’t move. “Secondary target detected,” the clone continued.

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*."

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 Architect’s fall, the first clone appeared. It walked into the provisional council meeting wearing Damian’s face, dressed in a perfect replica of his old CEO suit. The room fell silent as it sat at the table.

"You've returned... to join us?" Gale shifted, Kane lunging, but the figure dodged, countering with a burst of silver-dark energy that sent him sprawling. Autumn's heart hammered—this wasn't just an imposter; the legacy sensed a blood tie. A clone, grown from Elias's captured essence during his imprisonment by the Order, infused with the Shadowed One's will. "Why?" Autumn demanded, channeling the amulet, a beam of starlight slamming into the clone's armor, cracking it. Rebels rallied, guardians clashing with rogues, but the army pressed, their numbers endless.

Welcome to my prison " he said and laughed in my ears. I watched him when he was going out of the basement , he was going to be me , he really fulfilled his goal of replacing me , he cloned me.

The pods around the room began to pulse with light — slow at first, then faster. Isabella stepped back, eyes wide. “They’re waking up!” “Get behind me,” I ordered. The first pod shattered. Then another. Then another. Figures stumbled out — malformed, enraged, their veins glowing faintly blue under their skin. Clones. Experiments. Soldiers made in my father’s image — in my image. They roared in unison, the sound inhuman. Damian shouted, “Weapons up!” Gunfire erupted. Bullets tore through glass and flesh, but the things didn’t fall easily. They moved too fast, too wild. I fought with everything I had — blades, bullets, bare hands. Each strike felt like hitting a piece of my own past.

She looked at it, then looked at Faith. “Sister,” the clone whispered. Her voice was an exact match for Faith’s. “I’m not your enemy,” Faith said, stepping around Killian. She held out her hand, palms up, showing she wasn't a threat. “Vane is using you. He wants to turn you into a weapon.” The clone blinked. For a second, the silver in her eyes softened. But then, a sharp, red pulse glinted in the back of her neck. Faith saw it, a small, mechanical chip implanted at the base of the clone’s skull.

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.”

they had the same massive shoulders, the same stature, but their faces were faceless – smooth masks made of black polymer, broken only by one single, horizontal visor flash in which a red light pulsated. Instead of hands their arms ended in organic plasma blades and integrated kinetics runs. “They... they clone you,” Nova was horrified and approached one of the capsules. The red light of the unborn clone apex flickered in the rhythm of her heartbeat. ‘She build a whole army from you.” “Not from me,” Kael grumbled. He approached the central capsule, and his look was

Let's go watch the light show. Leo took his hand. He looked tired. Not sleepy-tired, but soul-tired. "The Star is loud today, Dad," Leo murmured. "I know," Damian said softly. "Let's go tell it to hush." They left through the rear airlock. I turned to Kai. "Okay," I said, checking the magazine of my Glock. "We have one entrance. Limited ammo. And an enemy with unlimited resources. What's the plan?" Kai grinned. It was his mercenary grin—sharp, dangerous, and entirely devoid of humor. "We make them regret coming down here," Kai said. "Wulfric, tell me about this fortress. Did the Shadow Claw believe in booby traps?" Wulfric smiled, his old eyes glinting in the blue light of the hologram. "Mr.