Personal Log of CT 4397
(Dated three hours prior to landing on Umbara)
I’m unsure what sort of preface is fitting for a log of this nature, so I’ll start with an brief introduction and how this book came to be in my possession.
I am a clone, one of the millions created in the image of the bounty hunter Jango Fett to serve the Galactic Republic.
Unlike the rest of my squad, I have yet to earn a name of qualitative rather than quantitative
nature. Since joining the 501st I’ve been told this is common, and that soon enough a fitting title will reveal
A brother who shipped out a year before myself confided in me that he too had gone nameless until weeks after leaving Kamino.
Commander Tano, upon hearing his plight, promptly dubbed him “Lefty” and to this day he hasn’t a clue as to why.
With my luck, I’ll become “Righty,” so I’ll gladly stick to “rookie” and “kid” until I find my place.
This book was presented to me upon my deployment for disclosure of personal thoughts and reflection,
along with these words:
“Your life is like this book. The pages
are finite but have infinite potential.
In the end it is the content and not
the pages that matter.
Make every page count.”
I just hope my pages don’t run out before I’ve accomplished anything.
^ a small excerpt from the fanfic/comic I've been working on.
Might have more like these, pics with more of the story typed out like this, not sure yet.
Inspired by severe back pain earlier in the week as well as these songs:
"Remedy" by Seether
"Enemy" by Disturbed
"Get out Alive" by Three Days Grace
"Born with Nothing, Die with Everything" by Papa Roach
Please do not use without permission, giving credit, and linking back, thanks!
Art and OC "Snowflake" created by ZetsubouZed
Star Wars (c) George Lucas/Disney, etc.