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I am a creation.

Engineered and created by a group of Kaminos who have since been overthrown by others of their kind who don't agree that I have a right to exist. I watched the cloning facility as it was swallowed by tidal waves of water. The last transmission I received from the only parents I ever knew was... "Leave us. Go and find your people."

I'm confused because I always thought they were my people. I could look like them when I chose. This was a secret I kept from almost everyone until just recently. I can look like anyone, given time to study them. Only my creators knew...and they allowed me my privacy.

But that privacy was a luxury I couldn't afford and now that I have shown my true nature, there is a strong desire to find others like me. I can't just pretend to be Kamino, Human, Twi'lek, Zabrak... or my myriad of faces... any longer. I truly want to belong in more ways than just how I look. Could it be possible there is an entire race that change their forms the way others change their clothing? Am I destined to be with them? Build within my own species, a family?

I thought my clutchmates were my family. I thought I would build a family with Barris... but he is dead now. Killed in the bar of a seedy space station before he had even a chance to learn anything of this universe. His soul (if clones even have souls) must be on the other side screaming in anger.  I still hear screams when I'm trying to sleep. Only they are mine.

His death was pointless. A waste. It meant nothing and this angers me. I want to say he was too young but who knows?  A clone's growth can be accelerated and their minds given memories. Sixteen years? Sixteen days? Even though I remember a life with the Kaminos, it could have all been replicated. Knowing this makes me feel even less connected with those who have actually livedtheir memories.

I have one clutchmate left. We share equally in our communion with the Force and I am guessing it is the only thing currently holding us together. Both mentally and physically.

I don't know what this trek across the stars holds for either of us... or for the group in whose company we find ourselves. But I feel a pull... a tether... guiding me and I can't ignore it. Our education is not yet complete and I have a strong feeling that not all of our lessons will be pleasant.