Novel & Cerita Star Wars The Clone Wars Fanfiction Female Oc

“Not anymore.” Back in the lab, the clone appeared again, stepping through a hidden door, her face unreadable. "You saw the files, didn't you?" she said softly. Ivy turned to her, heart pounding. “You’ve stolen my life.” “I’ve perfected it.” Ivy clenched her fists. “You’ll never be me.” “You’re right,” the clone whispered, approaching slowly. “I’m stronger. I don’t flinch when I’m hurt. I don’t fall in love with men who lie. I don’t break.”

I won’t let her fall. "Extraction point is the loading dock," I tell her. "Can you make it that far?" "With you? I can make it anywhere." The simple statement hits harder than expected because it carries echoes of promises we made years ago, vows about facing anything together as long as we had each other. Together, Naya whispers through the mate bond, too weak for full communication but present enough to confirm she's fighting to stay conscious. Pack. Family. Home. Dr. Gorian makes one last attempt to interfere. "You're making a serious mistake. The dimensional exposure has changed her in ways you don't understand. She's not the same person you—"

"I’m the one who’s going to write the final chapter." The man with the umbrella laughs and points toward the street. A fleet of black SUVs pulls up, but they don't have FBI markings. They have the Astraea logo. The doors open, and dozens of women step out. Every single one of them is an exact copy of Maya, and every single one of them is holding a weapon. "You're right," the man says. "You aren't a subject. You're the template. And the template just became obsolete." But as the army of clones levels their weapons at Maya, the one closest to her suddenly turns her gun and fires; not at Maya, but directly into the man’s chest. The clone looks at Maya, and her eyes aren't vacant. They are fille

My thumb pressed on her clit, rubbing in firm circles while I kept sucking and licking. Clone One looked back at me over her shoulder, her eyes dark and full of lust. She leaned forward, her breasts dangling, and kissed me deeply. Our tongues tangled, sharing the taste of pussy from our mouths – Clone Two's on mine, my own on hers. It was messy, saliva mixing with juices, dripping down our chins. Clone Two's moans grew louder, her tongue working Clone One's clit as her body writhed under my fingers.

It was black and gold, and it was firing weapons that looked like stars. A voice boomed across the entire planet, a voice I had never heard before. "The Rebels of the 12th Sector have arrived. Stand down, Star-Eaters, or be deleted." A beam of black light hit my wing, and I began to fall. As the world spun, I saw a woman standing on the hull of the black ship. She looked exactly like me, but she was older, and she was wearing a crown made of teeth. "Hello, daughter," she said into my mind. "I've been waiting for you to start the real war."

Nya asks, she's getting impatient. The intercom chimes again with another announcement; “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS IS YOUR CAPTAIN SPEAKING. THE PROVIDENCE PEACEKEEPERS HAVE IDENTIFIED THE FUGITIVE AND HIS ACCOMPLICE. THEY APPEAR TO BE OMEN; A MALE LYCAN DRESSED IN RED SWIM TRUNKS AND A FEMALE VAMPIRE DRESSED IN A GREEN BIKINI BOTTOM WITH A ROBE ON. PLEASE YOU ARE ADVISED TO KEEP YOUR DISTANCE FROM THEM, THEY ARE EXTREMELY DANGEROUS. REPORT ANY SIGHTINGS TO THE STAFF OR TO THE PEACEKEEPERS. THANK YOU.”

__FLASHBACK — VESPER BLUEPRINT LAB (15 Years Ago)__ “You’re giving her Jian’s face?” “He’s the most trusted figure among elite families.” “And if the real Jian ever discovers it?” “He’ll never get close enough. The clone will earn the world’s trust before Jian even learns to smile properly.” “And the girl?” “Chaewon will fall before the public ever sees her fall.” __PRESENT — Phoenix Strategic Operations Room__ “We’re dealing with more than one threat,” Han said. “Eve’s not acting alone anymore. The clone is real. His name in the code is project Blackfeather-72.”

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.”

I touched the center of the shadow-mass. The explosion was silent. A wave of white light swept across the Wastelands, turning the grey snow back into green grass and the black sun back into a soft, violet dawn. The Goddess of Scorn didn't die; she dissolved. A thousand souls—the exiles, the omegas, the rejected—floated upward into the sky, their forms turning into stars that settled into the Tenth Cycle. Standing in the center of the clearing was a single woman. Sarah. She looked like she had nineteen years ago—young, beautiful, but with eyes that finally held their own light. She looked at me, gave a single, tearful nod, and then vanished into the breeze.

Imogen was surprised to see a complete clone of Oliver in front of her. She was stunned and scared thinking she had just got caught by a quarian. She was trembling inside her. She was scared as to what will happen to her now that she has been caught. The clone was a clear version of Oliver. There wasn’t any visible difference between the real Oliver and the clone. His lips, brows, eyeballs and facial expressions were all the same. She, on the other hand didn’t think of him as a clone but as a Quarian who just caught her in the act.