Fic: Blind Obedience
Fic: Blind Obedience
Author: G'leep
Fandom: Star Wars
Summary:A look at the thoughts and emotions of the clones.
Disclaimer: The Clone Army belongs to Lucasfilm, and certainly not to me.
Blind Obedience
It's about freedom.
It's about making personal choices.
For months, you fought at the side of the Jedi. You protected them, bled for them, died for them. The rightness or wrongness of their cause hadn't mattered. Your existence was your orders and your ability to carry them out, to bring defeat to the droid armies of the Separatists.
Clones are far more intelligent than droids. Clones are more adaptable. The only thing droids excel at is discipline. Your army would need just as much discipline to defeat them, and normal humans disobey. The last thing anyone wanted was an army capable of thinking for itself. Capable of choosing which orders to follow. So when they put His genetic code into the great vats, they tinkered and tailored it to be just a bit more biddable. More obedient.
But obedience is never unthinking.
You saw yourself every day, vision deeper than peering into a mirror. But seeing your brothers was nothing compared to seeing Him. Jango Fett. Your father.
You wondered what it would be like to have a name.
Even more, you marveled at watching yourself grow up. Not your clone-brothers, but Jango's young son. Unaltered. Unmodified. Boba Fett. What would it be like to be a real child? To be raised from birth by someone like you, instead of by cloners or teaching machines? To dream of being anything at all, anything you wanted, instead of just another piece of military equipment?
What would it be like to be loved?
You knew you were created to be a grand army. You knew they commissioned you. In a way, the Jedi were your mother. Without them, you would have never existed. The cloners were the midwives, but it was the Jedi who gave you life. But you also knew they never loved you. Any of you.
You can never forget; the first time you saw Jedi, they killed your father.
Freedom.
That's the rationale behind the war. Freedom of ideas, freedom of government. But you've never known freedom even though you've been ordered to sacrifice yourself for it.
Personal choice.
When Order 66 was given, you knew the consequences. The historians would say you had little recourse, that your genetic programming compelled you to obey. But not all of your brothers did. And any who didn't, you gunned down with the Jedi. Not because they failed to obey orders. Because they chose the other side.
The moment you received Order 66, you had a choice. You could continue to be a tool of the Jedi, or you could become something greater. You could decide on a side for yourself.
The war was about freedom.
It was about personal choice.
The one true decision you ever made.
Now you are a part of a military force more feared than ever. You personally destroyed the Jedi at the machinations of a man who is eroding freedom throughout the galaxy.
And you have no regrets.
Because you made your choice.
Author: G'leep
Fandom: Star Wars
Summary:A look at the thoughts and emotions of the clones.
Disclaimer: The Clone Army belongs to Lucasfilm, and certainly not to me.
Blind Obedience
It's about freedom.
It's about making personal choices.
For months, you fought at the side of the Jedi. You protected them, bled for them, died for them. The rightness or wrongness of their cause hadn't mattered. Your existence was your orders and your ability to carry them out, to bring defeat to the droid armies of the Separatists.
Clones are far more intelligent than droids. Clones are more adaptable. The only thing droids excel at is discipline. Your army would need just as much discipline to defeat them, and normal humans disobey. The last thing anyone wanted was an army capable of thinking for itself. Capable of choosing which orders to follow. So when they put His genetic code into the great vats, they tinkered and tailored it to be just a bit more biddable. More obedient.
But obedience is never unthinking.
You saw yourself every day, vision deeper than peering into a mirror. But seeing your brothers was nothing compared to seeing Him. Jango Fett. Your father.
You wondered what it would be like to have a name.
Even more, you marveled at watching yourself grow up. Not your clone-brothers, but Jango's young son. Unaltered. Unmodified. Boba Fett. What would it be like to be a real child? To be raised from birth by someone like you, instead of by cloners or teaching machines? To dream of being anything at all, anything you wanted, instead of just another piece of military equipment?
What would it be like to be loved?
You knew you were created to be a grand army. You knew they commissioned you. In a way, the Jedi were your mother. Without them, you would have never existed. The cloners were the midwives, but it was the Jedi who gave you life. But you also knew they never loved you. Any of you.
You can never forget; the first time you saw Jedi, they killed your father.
Freedom.
That's the rationale behind the war. Freedom of ideas, freedom of government. But you've never known freedom even though you've been ordered to sacrifice yourself for it.
Personal choice.
When Order 66 was given, you knew the consequences. The historians would say you had little recourse, that your genetic programming compelled you to obey. But not all of your brothers did. And any who didn't, you gunned down with the Jedi. Not because they failed to obey orders. Because they chose the other side.
The moment you received Order 66, you had a choice. You could continue to be a tool of the Jedi, or you could become something greater. You could decide on a side for yourself.
The war was about freedom.
It was about personal choice.
The one true decision you ever made.
Now you are a part of a military force more feared than ever. You personally destroyed the Jedi at the machinations of a man who is eroding freedom throughout the galaxy.
And you have no regrets.
Because you made your choice.