Archive of Our Own ^beta

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It’s cold, it’s been that way for as long as Ct5381 can remember. No that’s not right, there was warmth once... back when Ct5381 was broken. Ct5381 doesn’t like to remember the time before he was fixed, warmth or not. He watches sometimes when others are fixed and asks if it hurts because he also can’t remember being fixed. The scientist says that it doesn’t and they’re only screaming because they’re malfunctioning. Ct5381 believes them, he has no reason to doubt them.

“Ct5381?” A scientist asks.
“Yes sir?” Ct5381 stands at attention.
“You’re being deployed, the shuttle leaves in approximately one standard hour so don’t be late.”
“yes sir.” Ct5381 nods and gets to gathering his equipment and supplies. Ct5381 has been waiting to be deployed for months now, he’s seen others be deployed, some fixed, some new. Ct5381 is being deployed to the 501st legion, where he had been assigned before malfunctioning , they’re on leave so the entire legion was there to welcome him. Ct5381 didn’t understand why when he introduced himself captain Ct7567 had such a somber look before pointing him to the medical bay for an examination.

Ct5381 knows this general, his success rate is one of the highest in the gar. Ct5381 is proud to be serving such a prestigious general, now that he’s been fixed he will do better. Ct5385 is crying, that means poor Ct5385 is malfunctioning. Ct5381 doesn’t remember malfunctioning but it must be horrible, so he goes to the general.
“Sir, Ct5385 is malfunctioning.” Reports. The general seems upset, perhaps he feels pity for poor Ct5385. The general has a quick conversation with captain Ct7567 and turns back to Ct5381.
“Follow me.”
“Yes sir.”

Captain Ct7567 doesn’t follow, the general musta hav sent him to deal with Ct5385, which is good. The room the general leads him to has a small bunk and a desk, the general’s quarters. Ct5381 remembers a clone, Cc1357 telling him how Cc1357’s general rewarded good soldiers in his quarters, he wonders if the general he serves will do the same.
“Please sit.”
Ct5381 sits as the general stands in front of him... Dogma wakes up in his buir’s arms.

Recovery... recovery is slow, although his buir had undone the reconditioning it wouldn’t fix the trawma of thinking of his brothers as numbers. Even months later Dogma slips up. It’s heart breaking to here “Ct2666 is annoying Ct6116” rather than “Hard-kase is bugging Kicks.” Anakin tries and he knows it helps but there’s always the fear it won’t be enough.

Rex hates it, hates how every time he calls someone by number Dogma flinches like he’s going to be struck. He understands but that doesn’t mean he has to like it.

Then the war is over, people are discussing clone rights and suddenly it’s like the fear and nervousness never existed.

“Have you ever asked for our opinion on the matter? No you haven’t, Well here’s mine. We have feelings, we have hopes and dreams like all of you. Do you encourage independent thinking and actions? If any of us showed any sign of independents we were at worst killed and at best reconditioned. It’s a horrible feeling, having your very person, your sense of self ripped away. Ask yourself this, would you truly want someone to go through that?”

As the crowd begins to mumble Rex starts to hope, Dogma May have just won all of them there freedom.

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Anakin runs to the downed arc’s side, there’s a lot of blood and he knows Fives isn’t going to make it. He pulls his husband into his arms and cries, there aren’t any words, they don’t need them. Fives places a hand on his stomach and smiles sadly. Anakin knows what he needs to do, He grabs the knife he carries, it’s the wrong type but it’ll have to do. With surprisingly steady hands he drags the knife along Fives’s skin. Hands more shaky now he reaches in and removes the baby. A week early but Anakin can sense he’ll be just fine. He holds fives hand as he breathes his last. There’s a gurgle and Anakin stares down at his son.
“I know the perfect name for you, Domino.”

Domino is six years old when the question comes up.
“Daddy, who’s my mummy?” Anakin has to hold the counter to stop from falling, Fives death still hurts but he answers his son.
“You technically don’t have a mother, you know how aunty Asoka used to look like a boy? Well your other daddy looked like a girl.” He explains and showes a picture.
“I’ve seen him before, daddy.” Anakin is confused.
“Did someone else show you a picture?” He asks.
“No, he’s sometimes standing in the corner, although he’s usually blue and I can see through him.” Domino smiles and Anakin... Anakin feels a shiver travel down his spine.

So far Domino found the past to be rather dull, as soon as he’d arrived he’d been put in a cell and was now facing master windue who was conducting his interrogation.
“What is your name?
“Domino Skywalker.”
“I don’t believe you, Anakin Skywalker has no living family.”
“Not yet.”
“Explain.”
“I’m from the future.”
“Impossible.”
“Not my problem.”

Windue is getting annoyed now, it’s almost enough but not just yet. Domino remembers uncle Echo’s lessons on dealing with interrogation, annoy your interrogator until they create the opening for you.
“Ok let’s say I believe you, why did you travel back to this time?” Just one more push.
“I heard about your ugly mug and I just had to see it for myself.” That was it. As Windue glares and Domino slips out of the cuffs and makes a break for the door.

As Domino left the cell/interrogation room he found himself cursing silently, standing guard at either end of the hall were clones. Thinking fast he freezes them in place and leves, his uncle Wolffe would be mad if he knew Domino had given up such an advantage but like hell was he attacking his uncles to be. His uncles had taught him so much. Uncle Kicks had taught him first aid, his uncles Jessy and Tex had taught him how to fight and uncle Echo had taught him so menny different skills. Domino had the feeling he was about to put all his uncles’ lessons to good use.