Phase 2 Clone Trooper Clone Wars Novels & Stories

The clone moved like a shadow, fluid, silent, precise. Olivia reached the corridor outside the R&D vault. The clone stood at the door, trying to override the lock. It turned when it sensed her. Olivia froze. This one was different. Same build. Same face. But older. Calmer. Eyes soft. Expression almost human. “Version 6.0,” Olivia whispered. The clone blinked. “You shouldn’t be here,” it said. “You’re the unfinished prototype.” “Yes.” “What do you want?” The clone stepped forward slowly. “To end the cycle. To end the war. To end the versions.”

"I don't know their names, they always wore masks, but their leader was a woman with a scar across her throat." "Joanna," I said, my blood running cold. The midwife nodded. "She visited me last week, she said Phase Two was almost ready, she said once you opened the vault and became the vessel for the Sun Wolf they would inject you with it and you'd become their perfect weapon." "What does Phase Two do?" I asked.

Then, faintly at first, a light flickers across the edge of my vision. “System alert,” it whispers, soft but unmistakable. Gloss stiffens. “Did you see that?” Before I can answer, the flicker becomes brighter, spreading like golden code through the air around us. The voice we both know so well speaks again, smooth and calm this time, free of corruption, free of malice. “Phase II Protocol Initiated.” My pulse skips. “What the hell is Phase II?” Gloss’s brows furrow, but before either of us can move, the lights dim, and lines of digital energy surge between us, connecting through the faint glow at our wrists.

clone. The woman who had fired; the one who looked exactly like Maya but wore a tactical vest and a haunted expression didn't flinch. She stepped in front of Maya, her movements fluid and lethal. "Target eliminated," the clone whispered into her comms, her voice an eerie mirror of Maya’s own. Then, she turned her head just enough to look Maya in the eye. "Don't just stand there, 01. The Board has a back-up signal. In sixty seconds, every SUV in this fleet becomes a drone on autopilot. We move or we burn."

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.

Nathan soon came to a stop and turned to me, his hand still holding mine. My parents stood close to us, Alpha Alec and Luna Lauren walked past us and turned to face Nathan and I. “Tonight we celebrate Jane Foster’s awakening, and not only that, but celebrating Jane and Nathan as mates.” Alpha Alec said. “Are you ready Jane?” Nathan asked looking over at me. “Yes,” I said. But the truth was, I wasn’t sure. I was scared. “It’s okay Jane.” Nathan whispered. “Whenever you’re ready sweetheart.” My dad said from beside me.

As the doors slammed shut, Sienna felt it first. A tremor. Not from the ground… not from the air… From Julian. Back inside the compound, he sat alone with one of the med-techs. He blinked. His eyes glowed faintly. Silver. Then— > “Phase Two complete.” His voice wasn’t his own. The med-tech froze, terror strangling his voice. “Julian? J-Julian?” Julian tilted his head slowly. Smiling. But it wasn’t Julian’s smile. > “Awakening begins.”

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*."

The bond pulsed, and I felt a flicker of hope for them. Lana’s whisper replayed—“Phase two begins.” My mind raced. What’s phase two?