Equestria goes apeshit, and so does the universe.

I am Arc captain Fordo. This is my story.

"Clones to sleeping quarters, clones to sleeping quarters." Said a mare's voice over the intercom.

Fordo marched back to his designated sleeping quarters after discarding his armor in the suit holding area.

He lies down and quietly orders all but his bedside light to cease operation.

"Sigh, when am I gonna get the hell outta here?" He drearily asked nobody as he stretched his legs out in the bed.

He sat up and began to meditate, a practice commonly used by Jedi knights to hone their senses and focus their thoughts.

But he is no Jedi knight. No, he is a clone through and through.
Clones through strife, clones for life was this commander's motto.

He didn't always agree with everything he was told to believe, and often found himself meditating on the ideals that he had been taught to guard, and the training that he had been given.

<><><><><>morning<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>

Fordo wakes on his own and is immediately keyed in to the fact that something is very wrong. For one, he woke up on his own, rather than with the morning intercom message, and secondly, there was screaming coming from the quarters next door.

"Holy shit, why is 32569 screaming? What's going on? Why didn't the intercom wa—

Fordo's thoughts are interrupted by a sharp zing' followed By the sound of D-12 blasters being fired multiple times.

"What is 32569 doing?" Fordo asked himself a bit too loud.

Outside in the hall, a tall, slender, stallion wearingg a black cape with a red outline pointed to room No. 32570 . . . Fordo's quarters.

Just as he finishes putting on his helmet and armor, the door slides open to reveal a number of armed clone troopers in full armor, and the masked figure.

The Stallion points at Fordo.

"Who are you?" He asks.

"I'm ARC Captain 32568, but the men call Fordo sir!" He states before saluting, unaware to the obvious threat.

"I am 93455682, Jedi trooper division, you can call me Flux Paragorn." Says the figure.

"I'm guessing you're going to release me from active duty now?" Fordo questions.

"That depends." Remarks Flux.

"On what?"

"How you answer to this."

"To what?" Fordo pushes.

Flux presents a voice recorder.

"This."

He presses the ''play'' button on the recorder.
«Execute order 66» Says the recording in an old, scratchy voice.

Fordo hears this and begins to yowl in agony as his mind is divide into halves and put back together again in an attempt to ignore the order that he had heard.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH !" He screamed aloud.

The troopers take aim and prepare to fire.

"Wait." Flux says, motioning for them to lower their guard.

Fordo stops.

He turns toward Flux.

"What's happening to me!?" He growls, still regaining his hold on reality.

"You resisted the strongest order that can be issued, and now you will be executed for your treason against the empire.

"What!?" Fordo yells.

"Aim."

"Wait, please!" Fordo pleads.

"Fire!"

The troopers open fire and the sound of blaster bolts being fired, but not hitting anything echoes throughout the halls of the facility.

Fordo puts down his whooves slowly, and opens his eyes.

The troopers are strewn about the area with scorch marks indicating a direct hit to each of them by their own bolts.

Flux isn't standing where he was, instead, a cape, a lightsaber, and a completely round splatter of blood take his place.

"Wha-- what is wr-ong with m-e? fordo shouts, his voice not saying every word fuly,

"Fordo!"

Fordo turns around just in time for Ax to plow him over.

"Shit!"

"Get a-way from m-e!" fordo orders

"Listen, there are jedi troopers coming this way and we cant stick around to say hi, so lets get a fuckin move on man! Ax quips.

"n-no, there's so-something wrong w-with m-e!" fordo warns

Ax try's to pull fordo to his feet but upon his hooves' contact with fordo's shoulder, a blue arc of electricity flashes from fordo and hits him.

"n-n-no, N-N-NO,N-N-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

<><><><><>years later<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>

The Kamino cloning facility is in ruins, and at the tip of the tallest tower stands a figure, the lone survivor of a thirty day long siege on the labs that many once called home.

A jedi or a clone?
neither alone.
a mix-up of power,
did nature condone?
one part jedi,
another part clone.
a forgotten relic,
a forgotten home.
I grows even more so,
this mile long tome,
the old ghost of a soldier,
who guards his old home.