Phase 2 Clone Trooper Clone Wars Novels & Stories

"Purging biomass. Reclaiming hardware." From the underbelly of the massive Dreadnought, thousands of black streaks plummeted toward the earth like a meteor shower. They were "Void-Pods"—drop pods designed to deploy the Creators' shock troops: the Void-Hounds, twisted amalgamations of cloned flesh and cybernetic weaponry. "They’re trying to overwhelm the Dome's shields before the main cannon fires," Scarlett analyzed, her fingers flying across the Stellar Navigator while her jade brush painted frantic, glowing golden runes in the air. "System! Reroute all auxiliary power to the Nine-Heavens Defense Array!"

“I do not have time to speak in circles.” She told me about the plan like she was reading a map and pointing to the parts where the path was already burned. Phase one was what I had seen with my own eyes and what my body had felt when I pulled the pathogen out of Beth and others. It was the conversion. It was the waking of the pathogen inside carriers until their bodies changed and their eyes shone silver. Phase two was worse by a kind of cruelty that left my blood cold. She said Jon Tulip did not only intend to build soldiers. He intended to use those soldiers to wipe us out.

But instead, Mira-Eve’s gaze held the same strange, unblinking calculation Savannah had seen in her before—the gaze of someone not entirely child, not entirely innocent. Then—across the flooded boulevard—a giant news screen crackled to life, its light casting warped reflections across the rippling water. Weston’s face filled the screen. His voice, smooth and surgical, cut through the storm as though the rain itself bowed to it. "The twins… were only prototypes." His eyes, even on the broadcast, seemed to seek her out. "Phase Two… is already alive." The words landed with a weight heavier than the storm. Savannah’s skin prickled with cold that had nothing to do with the rain. It was as though

But Kiera’s thoughts pushed past him, raw and unstoppable. I need to. I have to know. The Hunter wheezed, trying to pull away from the wolves. “phase two wasn’t about power—" The wolf slammed him back again. “Speak clearly.” “She wasn’t the only one!” Kiera’s vision blurred. The ground beneath her shifted. The cliff edge felt too close. Ronan steadied her without touching—his presence anchoring, a wall at her back. Below them the Hunter continued, voice cracking. “Phase Two was never about her alone. It was about creating a match. A counterpart. Someone who could—could merge with her abilities. Amplify them. Lock them. Control them.”

And far below, something exploded closer than before. --- Phase Two ends with total devastation: both Caelum’s empire and Saphira’s company are attacked. The mastermind reveals their true goal turning Caelum and Saphira into unwilling weapons. Phase Three is announced with a 24-hour ultimatum. War is officially declared, and survival now requires confrontation.

And pulled out a tablet. She tossed it on the table beside us. The screen blinked on. A video. Grainy. Night vision. Children. Dozens. In cages. My heart stopped. "What is this?" "Phase Two," she said again, her tone so calm it burned. "Not just with you. We replicated your genome, Aria. Your blood, your neural pathing. Do you remember when they told you you were incompatible in the orphanage? That you failed the tests? Lies. You were the template."

They held binoculars in one hand and a phone in the other. "They survived," the figure said into the phone, their voice electronically distorted. "But that's acceptable. We have what we need, proof that the hybrids can be created. Begin Phase Two: The Purge." Then they were gone, vanishing into the forest before anyone could react. Thelma grabbed my arm. "Xavier, what's Phase Two?" I didn't know. But looking at the chaos around us, the fear and suspicion poisoning every interaction, I had a terrible feeling we were about to find out. The war wasn't over. It was just beginning.

Not before making sure to record it for future reference, mind you. As the projectile and the clone were getting closer to their intended target, the clone decided that it was time to make its move. With its wires still attached to the projectile, the clone allowed itself to lift off of the back of the projectile. It only took a split second for the wires to go fully taut, following which the clone's body used the recoil of the wires to launch its body towards the projectile. If a person was able to observe the clone's body from up close, they would realize that there was a blackish aura gathered around the right foot of the clone that looked as if it was a stomp towards the projectile. They

Every decision he had made, every moment he had chosen pride over instinct, every time he had looked at Luna and seen weakness instead of the strength she carried—all of it was echoing back. He closed his eyes briefly. "Luna," he said under his breath. Not as a command. Not as a claim. But as a truth he could no longer outrun. Back in the glass tower, the sun dipped low, painting the war room in shades of gold and amber. Luna watched it without blinking, her face half-lit by the dying light, half-shadowed by the screens still glowing with data. "Phase Three complete," someone announced quietly. She didn't smile. Didn't celebrate. Just nodded once. "Prepare Phase Four."

“Who are you?” “The one who paid for your father’s research. The one who owns every cell in that man beside you.” Jax tried to push himself up, but Sienna put a hand on his chest. “Don’t.” The woman continued, “You really thought killing your father ended it? Oh, sweetheart. That was just Phase One.” Her blood ran cold. “What do you mean?” The woman’s smile widened. “Phase Two begins now. You’ve just activated it.” The screen went black.