Star Wars Fanfiction The Clone Wars Novels & Stories

As the clones float away, Kaymaer is revealed with a tiny orb in his hand. “Antaroq Eznon Mordor!”, he yells, firing the orb at X. X stands there as the beam hits a portal and appears behind him. He barely dodges as the beam appears to be faster than it was. X raised a finger, his halo slightly pulsing. “Hypersphere”, he says and a transparent orb, at least two times bigger than the current battle planet we were on appeared, swallowing Kaymaer, and the beam. It hits the inside of the sphere and disappears.

"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?"

Sometimes it was not good to have an overactive imagination, and this was one of those times. “She’s quite the fighter, your sister,” a voice said beside him. Thomas turned to see Claire. She placed a hand on his arm, token comfort in the darkness. “She’s very bossy, and she hates Star Wars.” His bottom lips trembled. “I want her to come back.” Claire watched his tears fall, and moved her hand to his shoulder, which bobbed in time with his sobs. From their right, a sound came to them, a drawn-out hiss and the terribly familiar click-clicking of claws on the hull.