Ah Those Pesky Fetts
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skonen_bladesAh, those pesky Fetts.
Who would have thought that Boba Fett’s ‘dad’ would be the DNA basis for all of the Empire’s stormtroopers? Boba must have had so much disdain for the others.
“Think for yourself” he must have thought to himself as he watched his clone brothers follow orders and die by the hundreds in their shiny white armour. There are twins and there are triplets but what is it called when there are hundred of thousands? Googuplets? They were the keystone cops of the universe and they were copies of him. The disgust he must have felt had to have been absolute. He achieved a certain emotional distance. He didn’t talk to them. He was in it for himself. He was a bounty hunter. He was a loner. He was bent on revenge over the death of his father.
He had no idea he had a sister.
In the cloning process, only males were produced. Theoretically, this kept them easier to control. The batches were grown with the X and Y chromosomes always kept at fifty percent each so the mix resulted in XY copies across the board. There were big jugs, for lack of a better word, of X chromosomes and Y chromosomes.
Occasionally, for reasons of maintenance, oversight, or laziness, the X’s would empty first and you’d end up with a batch of nothing but Ys.
This would give you huge overmales. They were too hard to control and didn’t live too long since their hearts had a hard time pumping blood through so much muscle tissue. They were giant beserkers with poor attention spans and learning difficulties; just as prone to attacking each other as they were to attack the enemy. Useless to the Empire in its battles. Two batches were tried out in the regular conditioning and the resulting casualties coupled with poor strategic performance ended the experiments. Double Ys batches were now flushed to the stormy artic oceans of the water planet that the cloning facility was based on.
Occasionally, for reasons of maintenance, oversight, or laziness, the Y’s would empty first and you’d end up with a batch of nothing but Xs.
Girls, in other words.
Sairo Fetts.
Standard procedure was that these batches were also flushed. That was not always the case.
Years before, a Kaminoan researcher named Bettian Sairo agreed with the uselessness of the YYs. He also agreed that having just males in the conditioning process made for easier control. It gave him an idea, however. There were sixteen cloning facilities on Kamino. His idea was to take one facility and produce nothing but women. His theory was that if several batches of women were also raised with no outside influences, their effectiveness as soldiers would be just as good as the men.
This was proved in a couple of controlled experiments with four female clones who were terminated at the end of the experiment.
He was given the green light for his plan.
Bettian began. His clones were named Sairo after him.
The double-X bitch-batches began.
Year one: Birth
Seven thousand, seven hundred and seventy eight pinhead hearts fluttered awake, pea sized lungs drew liquid breath and started growing. Hexagonal windowpanes spit forth babies dripping with ropes of blue mucus. They were washed. They were tagged. They started conditioning.
Year two: Indoctrination
The Sairos all had red hair. They passed their tests quickly and showed abnormally high aptitudes for spatial dynamics and engineering. Their combat skills were not as high in strength as the male batch statistics but they nearly doubled the numbers in flexibility and agility. Things looked good for Bettian.
Year three: Revolution
Bettian’s body was located floating in the ocean near to the wreckage of the station after the fight and the escape. The Sairos, advanced physically to the age of seventeen, had taken over, escaped from, and then destroyed the cloning station. No one was sure of the details or where they ended up. They had called in a cloaked pirate cargo freighter on encrypted channels under the guise of a pickup. They killed the crew and hijacked the ship. The freighter was found adrift in space parsecs away. They had set up routine answers for the monitoring scans back at the cloning station. Their disappearance wasn’t noticed until days after they had left. After entering the station to inspect the malfunctions and odd responses to their inquiries, the search crew incinerated when the charges that had been left behind were tripped and the station went up in a nuclear fireball of ions and steam.
That was years ago.
One of them, the last of to be created, had been given an accidental extra chromosome. The last squeeze from the tube has dropped in one extra X for her. She was XXX. She was the leader of the revolution. Powerful, unstable, psychic, pyrokinetic, telekinetic, intuitive, two steps ahead of her own insanity in order to lead, react and hide her power until the moment of flashpoint. She had the women netted and communicating with her mind.
A.
She told them to run, hide, marry and disappear.
Most of them did.
Some of them became mercenaries.
One Sairo mercenary has snapped and is hunting down the XXX. She is working her way through the rest of them, gathering as much information as she can as she goes along, planet to planet, hoping to come face to face with the Sairo that started it all.
Or
B.
She locked the doors on her trusting sisters in the pirate cargo ship and blew the locks after jetting off in an escape pod. They decompressed, screaming and betrayed. Red haired XXX Sairo Fett became a mercenary.
Poor Boba. He never knew he had a sister.
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Who would have thought that Boba Fett’s ‘dad’ would be the DNA basis for all of the Empire’s stormtroopers? Boba must have had so much disdain for the others.
“Think for yourself” he must have thought to himself as he watched his clone brothers follow orders and die by the hundreds in their shiny white armour. There are twins and there are triplets but what is it called when there are hundred of thousands? Googuplets? They were the keystone cops of the universe and they were copies of him. The disgust he must have felt had to have been absolute. He achieved a certain emotional distance. He didn’t talk to them. He was in it for himself. He was a bounty hunter. He was a loner. He was bent on revenge over the death of his father.
He had no idea he had a sister.
In the cloning process, only males were produced. Theoretically, this kept them easier to control. The batches were grown with the X and Y chromosomes always kept at fifty percent each so the mix resulted in XY copies across the board. There were big jugs, for lack of a better word, of X chromosomes and Y chromosomes.
Occasionally, for reasons of maintenance, oversight, or laziness, the X’s would empty first and you’d end up with a batch of nothing but Ys.
This would give you huge overmales. They were too hard to control and didn’t live too long since their hearts had a hard time pumping blood through so much muscle tissue. They were giant beserkers with poor attention spans and learning difficulties; just as prone to attacking each other as they were to attack the enemy. Useless to the Empire in its battles. Two batches were tried out in the regular conditioning and the resulting casualties coupled with poor strategic performance ended the experiments. Double Ys batches were now flushed to the stormy artic oceans of the water planet that the cloning facility was based on.
Occasionally, for reasons of maintenance, oversight, or laziness, the Y’s would empty first and you’d end up with a batch of nothing but Xs.
Girls, in other words.
Sairo Fetts.
Standard procedure was that these batches were also flushed. That was not always the case.
Years before, a Kaminoan researcher named Bettian Sairo agreed with the uselessness of the YYs. He also agreed that having just males in the conditioning process made for easier control. It gave him an idea, however. There were sixteen cloning facilities on Kamino. His idea was to take one facility and produce nothing but women. His theory was that if several batches of women were also raised with no outside influences, their effectiveness as soldiers would be just as good as the men.
This was proved in a couple of controlled experiments with four female clones who were terminated at the end of the experiment.
He was given the green light for his plan.
Bettian began. His clones were named Sairo after him.
The double-X bitch-batches began.
Year one: Birth
Seven thousand, seven hundred and seventy eight pinhead hearts fluttered awake, pea sized lungs drew liquid breath and started growing. Hexagonal windowpanes spit forth babies dripping with ropes of blue mucus. They were washed. They were tagged. They started conditioning.
Year two: Indoctrination
The Sairos all had red hair. They passed their tests quickly and showed abnormally high aptitudes for spatial dynamics and engineering. Their combat skills were not as high in strength as the male batch statistics but they nearly doubled the numbers in flexibility and agility. Things looked good for Bettian.
Year three: Revolution
Bettian’s body was located floating in the ocean near to the wreckage of the station after the fight and the escape. The Sairos, advanced physically to the age of seventeen, had taken over, escaped from, and then destroyed the cloning station. No one was sure of the details or where they ended up. They had called in a cloaked pirate cargo freighter on encrypted channels under the guise of a pickup. They killed the crew and hijacked the ship. The freighter was found adrift in space parsecs away. They had set up routine answers for the monitoring scans back at the cloning station. Their disappearance wasn’t noticed until days after they had left. After entering the station to inspect the malfunctions and odd responses to their inquiries, the search crew incinerated when the charges that had been left behind were tripped and the station went up in a nuclear fireball of ions and steam.
That was years ago.
One of them, the last of to be created, had been given an accidental extra chromosome. The last squeeze from the tube has dropped in one extra X for her. She was XXX. She was the leader of the revolution. Powerful, unstable, psychic, pyrokinetic, telekinetic, intuitive, two steps ahead of her own insanity in order to lead, react and hide her power until the moment of flashpoint. She had the women netted and communicating with her mind.
A.
She told them to run, hide, marry and disappear.
Most of them did.
Some of them became mercenaries.
One Sairo mercenary has snapped and is hunting down the XXX. She is working her way through the rest of them, gathering as much information as she can as she goes along, planet to planet, hoping to come face to face with the Sairo that started it all.
Or
B.
She locked the doors on her trusting sisters in the pirate cargo ship and blew the locks after jetting off in an escape pod. They decompressed, screaming and betrayed. Red haired XXX Sairo Fett became a mercenary.
Poor Boba. He never knew he had a sister.
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Date: 11 May 2006 23:06 (UTC)Sigh.
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Date: 11 May 2006 23:39 (UTC)And anyway, why haven't you joined any writing communities here? They'd like you. You would be popular. People would come to your store and bring you sandwiches.
I met a neat guy today and because of a joke of Sam's, I checked his hand for a wedding ring, then felt like an idiot. No one wears those anymore.
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Date: 12 May 2006 08:56 (UTC)I was all like "i don't work in a store" and then I was like "oh, right. I see."
Yeah. Sam and I, both married. No rings. I don't think there's one on Imogyne either. You're right. It's so 'old school' and 'honest'. : )
(and that last smiley was sarcastic by the way) : )