Silas Raven
On the aquatic planet of Kamino, towering domes of facilities loomed above the rippling waters, a testament to the advanced technology within.
Within one such dome, a room brimmed with hundreds of glass-like pods, each containing small white fetuses.
Two Kaminoans, their elongated necks and alien features betraying their origins, observed one particular pod with keen interest, their eyes flicking between the pod and the electronic tablets in their hands.
"This is our final experiment. If this fails, we'll stick to conventional troopers." One Kaminoan murmured, a note of resignation in their voice.
"I concur. Replicating such a mysterious ability seems beyond our reach." The other replied, a hint of disappointment coloring their tone.
Their attention remained fixed on the pod as data scrolled across their screens, indicating stable vitals—until, abruptly, an alarm blared.
Beeeeep!
The screens flashed red, signaling a sudden demise, but just as quickly,
Beep!
Beep!
Another screen showed a remarkable resurgence—a surge in Midi-Chlorians.
"It's alive? And the Midi-chlorians are increasing!" One exclaimed, excitement lighting up their features.
"Maintain stability and keep this quiet. I'll inform the Chancellor personally." The other instructed before hurrying off.
Meanwhile, within the pod, the multicolored fetus that defied death, was grappled with confusion and curiosity.
'I thought I died?... What's going on?' It questioned in a daze as it tried to recognize its surroundings.
'And why am I a fetus?'
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[10 Years Later]
Just like that, time flew by in a blink of an eye...
Silas Raven strode through the pristine halls of Kamino's clone facility, clad in dark green sleek armor, a designated handgun holstered to his thigh. His figure, tall and imposing, cast a shadow over the glass-walled chambers where clones were born.
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'How amusing... To think I emerged from one of those pods like any other clone. But I'm far from what you would call an ordinary clone — I was reborn from an experiment gone awry, gifted with the Force. And even the Chancellor himself favors me. This is a reincarnation's dream.' He mused to himself.
From what he surmised of that day, he must have assumed control of the dying fetus and somehow reignited the Midi-Chlorians within, essentially resurrecting himself. The details eluded him, but he embraced his uniqueness nonetheless.
Soon after he grew, his Military training commenced, but as a special case, he endured rigorous regimens beyond the norm—advanced hand-to-hand combat, marksmanship, and tactical strategy that even seasoned Jedi would struggle at.
But with his enhanced abilities and being older mentally, he passed with flying colors in all types of tests and was the first clone to ever graduate early.
He hadn't even been assigned a military rank yet, as the authorities were still deliberating on the most suitable position for him.
However, one aspect that proved challenging was his Force training. Unlike traditional Jedi tutelage, which was typically conducted by members of the Jedi Order, Silas's instruction was overseen by the Kaminoans at the Chancellor's behest.
Silas concluded that this unconventional approach stemmed from the Chancellor's desire to control the development of a potentially powerful pawn, not wanting to risk him getting corrupted by the Jedi.
Nevertheless, navigating this uncharted territory proved arduous for both Silas and his Kaminoan mentors. As they stumbled through unfamiliar teaching methods and untested techniques, Silas grappled with the complexities of harnessing the force.
Yet, despite the initial setbacks and hurdles, Silas's skills prevailed. And through perseverance and adaptability, he gradually unlocked the secrets of the force, forging a connection that was uniquely his own.
He continued to stroll through the halls, his loud steps drawing curious gazes from cadets, his unique dark green armor catching their eye—a prototype bestowed by the Chancellor, but was actually designed himself, as he based it on Master Chief.
However unlike the original, this armor was substantially lighter, yet had even a denser defense despite it's large size, and it's technological capabilities were outstanding.
Not to mention the diluted Beskar that was added, he was set apart from his peers—a testament to his exceptional status.
'Now this is the life...' he mused, savoring the luxury of idle moments amidst his duties.
Silas halted before a white door, its panel responding to his touch.
Stepping into his quarters, he surveyed the space—a sanctuary amidst the regimented confines of Kamino.
In his room, dim lighting cast shadows across the room, sunlight barred from entry by Kamino's perpetual cloud cover, the walls, painted in a dark gray ambience.
A simple bed, identical to those of his fellow clones, stood against one wall, its utilitarian design offering scant comfort. Beside it, a desk served as his workstation, cluttered with datapads and reports.
A modest dark sofa occupied a corner, adjacent to it, a small bathroom offered the basic necessities.
Despite its simplicity, Silas found solace in the familiarity of his surroundings. It was a refuge from the rigors of training and the prying eyes of his comrades—a place he had grown accustomed to, and in some ways, grown to cherish.
Sitting on his bed, he took off his helmet, revealing his unique golden hair, and his piercing red eyes brimming with intellect.
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This was another difference between him and other clones, because of his genetic mutation, his outward appearance was entirely different, he looked like a foreigner when compared to the others.
Silas's countenance then shifted, his features assuming a mask of contemplation as he perched on the edge of his bed. 'Though my exposure to Star Wars lore isn't extensive, I can still recall the pivotal events such as Order 66, among other important things.' He pondered silently.
Before chuckling softly to himself, a hint of amusement flickering in his crimson eyes.
What path should he tread to orchestrate the most advantageous scenario that benefits his interests the most? The answer eluded him, not out of uncertainty, but rather out of a desire to carefully consider every possibility.
His thoughts were veiled in mystery, swirling in the depths of his mind, each one a piece of a puzzle yet to be fully assembled.
With a calm smile playing upon his lips, he exuded an air of aloof confidence, as if he already held the key to unlocking the future's secrets.
In the past years, the Chancellor's random visits and token gestures had not escaped Silas's notice, not to mention that one of the gifts was his current armor. Each gift, each interaction, seemed calculated, a subtle attempt to secure his loyalty for some unseen agenda.
'The Chancellor's gifts come with strings attached, but for now, I'll play along. After all, who can resist free gifts?'
Silas could only speculate on the Chancellor's true motives, but he remained resolute in his own purpose.
'For now I'm not powerful enough to speak out, however, very soon, you won't see me as just a mere pawn...'
Beep!
Beep!
His comlink suddenly chirped, interrupting his reverie.
With a resigned smile, he donned his helmet once more, duty calling him to patrol the facility.
Exiting his room and stepping into the white corridors, Silas activated his comlink with a flick of his wrist.
"I'm patrolling the Eastern Quadrant." He intoned, with a rather robotic voice emitting from his helmet.
"Copy that." Came the response from his comlink.
As he walked, Silas sensed a few presences approaching from behind him.
"Excuse me, sir." A child-like voice interrupted his thoughts.
Turning on his heel, Silas fixed his gaze on the trio of cadets before him, their admiration palpable.
"What's on your minds, cadets?" He queried.
"We've heard rumors about a clone with the power of the Force, and we think it's you. Is it true?" One of the cadets ventured, their eyes wide with curiosity.
Silas's lips curved into a knowing smile beneath his helmet, "Perhaps."
Slowly raising his green metallic hand, he gestured subtly, and the cadets levitated off the ground, their gasps of astonishment echoing in the corridor.
"Woah! Cool!"
"He's like a Jedi!"
"Haha! More like a Clone Jedi!"
Other older clones in the hallways could only helplessly smile at Silas's antics, they were far too used to him showing off like that.
As he set them down gently, Silas's eyes gleamed with an inscrutable light. "Sorry cadets, I need to continue to patrol, maybe I'll catch you at another time." He murmured before continuing on his patrol.
After hours of vigilant watch, night descended upon Kamino, casting the facility in shadows.
Halting his stride, Silas tapped the comlink.
"Silas, the Prime Minister wishes to speak with you, he's in his communications room." a feminine-like voice echoed through the device.
"May I inquire as to the reason?" Silas queried, curiosity flickering in his voice as he recognized Taun We's familiar tone, the assistant to the Prime Minister of the Kaminoans.
"It seems you are being deployed." She declared abruptly.
Silas maintained a brief silence before responding, "Understood, I'll be there." he replied, concluding the exchange with a tap of the comlink to end the transmission.
A smirk danced across Silas's lips as he contemplated the unfolding events. "It seems things are getting interesting." He mused inwardly.
Turning on his heel in the white hallway, Silas came to a stop before a pair of imposing double doors guarded by two clone troopers.
"The Prime Minister wishes to see me." Silas informed them, his voice steady and resolute.
One of the clone troopers nodded in acknowledgment, recognizing Silas's distinctive armor, and activated the door mechanism, granting him access.
Upon entering, Silas found himself in a dimly lit room, a hologram of the Chancellor occupying the central space while the Prime Minister and a brown-haired man stood nearby.
Silas narrowed his eyes imperceptibly as he recognized the figure beside the Prime Minister, "That must be Obi-Wan Kenobi, I believe." He speculated silently.
Advancing calmly, Silas extended greetings to the Prime Minister and the Chancellor's holographic projection with a nod of deference.
"Silas, I wish to introduce you to Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi," The Kaminoan Prime Minister announced, making room for Silas to approach.
Obi-Wan's gaze held a hint of surprise as it settled on Silas's armor and aura, "It appears you truly possess a remarkable affinity with the Force. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Obi-Wan remarked with a light chuckle, extending his hand in greeting.
"It's likewise a pleasure to meet you," Silas responded as they shook hands.
The Chancellor's voice broke the momentary silence, drawing attention back to him. "Well, Silas, how have you been?" he inquired.
"I've been managing well, Chancellor." Silas replied evenly.
The Chancellor nodded in approval before continuing, "That's good to hear. We have summoned you here to inform you that you will be departing for Coruscant to receive your official rank and your first assignment."
"Finally, this place was starting to grow dull." Silas murmured absentmindedly.
Silas's casual remark elicited raised eyebrows from those present, though his composed demeanor remained unchanged.
"So, when am I departing?" Silas inquired, his curiosity piqued.
"Immediately." the Chancellor declared with a smirk, his eyes glinting with amusement.
Silas's internal monologue took a darker turn at the Chancellor's response. 'I assume war should be right around the corner, so what's taking so long?' He questioned inwardly, unable to exactly tell when the Clone Wars start.
"Did you say something?" the Chancellor inquired, catching the subtle shift in Silas's thoughts.
Silas quickly masked his inner musings with a shake of his head. "No sir, I have not spoken." he replied smoothly.
His expression turned cold behind the golden visor, 'I unconsciously relaxed my mind by mistake. But to think his abilities could reach me from across the galaxy...'
'Darth Sidious, you truly are formidable being.'
Silas's thoughts were shrouded in secrecy using his own methods to defend his mind, as he couldn't help but admire Palpatine.
The Chancellor himself regarded Silas with a scrutinizing gaze for a moment before relenting with a smile. "Very well then. Since time is of the essence, please make preparations to depart immediately."
"Understood, sir." Silas acknowledged respectfully, offering a nod of deference to the Chancellor and the others present before turning on his heel and exiting the room.
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