He hadn’t realized it, but Alpha-17 had been waiting for this moment. This time. Whatever.
His loyalty had always been to the Republic, rather strictly, thanks to his training and upbringing, even though it never seemed like the government had cared about him or anyone else. It was something he was used to. The trainers didn’t care about anything but what they were being paid. The Kaminoans didn’t care about anything aside from progress in their work and perfection from the clones. Before, it hadn’t mattered. He did his job; that was his purpose, his whole reason for being. There was nothing else.
And then the war started. The Jedi came.
And then, despite the death and fighting and everything else, the jedi cared.
#we are burning stars#we are burning stars au#they live!#order 66#order 66 au#many survive#pro jedi fic#pro jedi#pro clone#jedi positive#look this got a little long for this story#honestly i can't believe how long this story is#yikes#im a bit jittery so im just gonna leave this here#the fate of luminara and yoda is unknown#otherwise i know who survives#currently#i think haha