(This is written based on the information that the clones are simply pawns who tend to follow orders with no sense of guilt.)


Command: Execute Order 66. "It shall be done, my lord," is our collective response, and we immediately begin to slaughter our former companions. Within the course of a few seconds my loyalties have turned 180 degrees.

Duplicitous, I feel not.

I am now in the vicinity of the Jedi Temple. A custom speeder lands and Bail Organa disembarks. "What's going on here?," he asks.

"There's been a rebellion, sir," my commander replies. "Don't worry...the situation is under control. I'm sorry, sir. It's time for you to leave."

I silently threaten him with a DC-15 while my commander orders him back into his craft. Organa's countenance is dismal; he sees that he cannot win. Chaos prevails; many unsuspecting Jedi have fallen. But not all of them are so easy.

A blue-sabered Jedi suddenly appears. My fellow troopers raise their blasters and shoot round after round in his direction. Characterized by agility and quickness of saber, he nimbly withstands their attack far longer than expected. He somersaults one way and dispatches a fellow trooper. He springs in a different direction and kills four more.

I mourn them not.

His Padawan braid and sprightly movements mark him as a youth. I feel no hatred toward this individual, yet I aim at him and blast away. He expertly deflects several shots with his lightsaber before he is overtaken. He falls prostrate to the ground; his demise is swift: another statistic in the death trap set for the Jedi.

I feel no remorse.

Your Clone Trooper,
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