My first memory is of standing in the shade of an experimental Imperial cloning center, squinting at a distant star made dim by the dawn of the twin suns that so fiercely scorch the sands of Tatooine. There?s nothing before that memory. I chose the name Dawnstar to match that memory.
I was ?born? at that cloning center. If you have access to the Imperial Personnel Database, you?ll find me classified as Failed Clone: BSTNE-TWLK13D2. The technicians there told me most of what that classification meant.
A few years back, the Empire was attempting to further develop the aged technology used in the Clone Wars. They were working on quicker flash-imprinting with a new series of Sparti cloning cylinders. The techs explained imprinting personality and memory development are always the longest, most tedious, and most unpredictable parts of cloning. Fast cloning, of course, has been an increasing priority for the Empire.
After telling me that the personality data didn?t imprint at all, and only bits of memory did, the techs went on to tell me that the genetic sample I was created from had been accidentally contaminated by another experiment, one involving a rawl. They suggested that aside from some bizarre physical characteristics I sported (fangs and a faint pattern of scales on my skin in a place most people will never see), I would probably manifest unpredictable moods and an unpleasant temper, rather like the serpent I?d been blended with. I later learned that this ?contamination? was no accident - it was a deliberate phase of an experiment.
I was ?born? at that cloning center. If you have access to the Imperial Personnel Database, you?ll find me classified as Failed Clone: BSTNE-TWLK13D2. The technicians there told me most of what that classification meant.
A few years back, the Empire was attempting to further develop the aged technology used in the Clone Wars. They were working on quicker flash-imprinting with a new series of Sparti cloning cylinders. The techs explained imprinting personality and memory development are always the longest, most tedious, and most unpredictable parts of cloning. Fast cloning, of course, has been an increasing priority for the Empire.
After telling me that the personality data didn?t imprint at all, and only bits of memory did, the techs went on to tell me that the genetic sample I was created from had been accidentally contaminated by another experiment, one involving a rawl. They suggested that aside from some bizarre physical characteristics I sported (fangs and a faint pattern of scales on my skin in a place most people will never see), I would probably manifest unpredictable moods and an unpleasant temper, rather like the serpent I?d been blended with. I later learned that this ?contamination? was no accident - it was a deliberate phase of an experiment.