Star Wars: The Freeman Wars

[Archon]

Starwars: TCW

Prologue: The Beginning of a New Era

 

“How many?” The man asked, wearing white robe, with armor pieces and a gel-layer suit underneath that. The pieces of armor and hue of the white-ness of his robes allowed him to glow magnificently as it reflected the white light of the Kaminoan corridors. They were mordibly bland yet admirably sanitary. The Kaminoan slowly turned to face him and the robed man thought nothing of it. It had a strangely narrow body with long-arms and legs with a massive neck and eyes that resembled a void which seemed to bore a hole or absorb your soul were you to stare at the eyes of the Kaminoan for too long. He considered it the gaze of a politician. He wasn’t surprised.

 

“A hundred thousand fully trained with five-million more under way.” He stated and slowly nodded. The Kaminoan’s voice was humble yet held at least some form of power. It hit the man wearing white robes who also glowed in the hallway that this was a Kaminoan’s way of bragging modestly. Albeit it was some form of bragging.

 

If the man was not in his current state as Jedi he would’ve widened his eyes and grunted with surprise, he instead responded with a slight nod followed by: “Good.” He stated and then politely and patiently gestured for the Kaminoan to continue the tour of an army nobody actually knew about. “Would you show me those who’re trained and ready to deploy?” He asked the Kaminoan who slowly nodded his head before gracefully turning, before continuing to walk silently, and humbly, yet with a subtle hint of power masked by the humble-ness. The Kaminoans in particular were dangerous individuals when provoked but as of right now, they were paid and always held to a deal. Which made them efficient business partners… they were also the only individuals who’d mastered the cloning process with barely any flaws at all. Though they did need to continue refreshing an ever decaying genetic template every few years.

 

Regardless the Kaminoan suddenly stopped and the Robed-man stood silently as he gazed upon the massive number of troops. They were boarding a single ship. “The Venator-Class Star-Destroy and its very first occupants. Piloted by several fully-trained Clone officers and a single Admiral or General; Armed to the teeth with several variants of Proton torpedo missiles, turbo-lasers and point-defence laser batteries. The Star-Destroyer is an all-purpose Space-craft which also serves as a carrier for star-fighters; Further improving its versatility.” The Kaminoan stated, and that spark of fascination and pride appeared in the Kaminoan’s eye said it all.

 

“Now this, my friend is Perfection… yet you strive for better.” His voice changed tones and eventually dropped the point where it resonated throughout the entire hallway and rumbled with it’s own awesome. It was smooth, and creamy were a voice to have texture. He nodded approvingly and the Kaminoan spoke to him.

 

“On the Contrary Master Freeman… yes”

 

“Please, call me Morgan."