Author's Note

These first few chapters are going to be very short. Also forgive me if my story-telling is a bit bland, its been a while since I've done anything fanfiction related.

Prologue: Living in Exile

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POV: Impact

I took a deep breath as I looked through the scope of my DC-15X. I spotted a timberwolf standing out in the open, this one was alone, and it was too close to my shelter for my liking. I focused and aimed at the timberwolf's head and pulled the trigger. The bolt shot out of my rifle and smashed into the timberwolf's head. I exhaled as the timberwolf fell over, dead before it even hit the ground. I knew that sooner or later, I was going to have to find out where these things kept coming from.

I've killed at least ten of them in the past week. I'm glad my training helps me sense everything around me, otherwise, I wouldn't be able to hear and kill these things. With the help of my survival training I was able to take shelter in a nearby cave, and I was able to defend it pretty well. There were a lot of things out here that wanted to kill me so I made my shelter go underground. I put my rifle on my back and began to walk back to my home.

When I arrived back at my shelter I checked to make sure I had all my equipment. I was pretty armed when I was...killed, I shuddered as I thought about the events of what happened on Devaron. I remember seeing the axe of a separatist agent coming down on me, and the darkness that followed after it. I knew that right then and there, my career as a soldier came to a halt. In the darkness I thought I would join my brothers and the two Jedi that were there with us. But it seems that fate has other things in mind for me. I sighed as I looked at my weapons, which consisted of a DC-15A, a DC-17 pistol, my DC-15X, my vibroknife, and a few thermal detonators.

My shelter was just a very small cave, it didn't go deep underground or anything like that. I had used the furs from some of the animals I had killed to make a small fur door, and by door, I mean a flap. I didn't mind this lifestyle, I preferred to be here instead of in the public eye. I did meet a few of the inhabitants on this planet. When I first arrived, I even met their ruler, Princess Celestia. The thing that kinda surprised me was that she was a horse, or as she put it, a pony.

She helped me out by giving me some information about this country I was in, and she gave me a few books. They were all about surviving in the wilds, and about the animals that were here. Overall, the princess was friendlier than I thought she would be. I read through the books as fast as I could and learned quite a bit about how to survive. Its how I was able to make the door and the small little bed. I'm pretty much living off the land with what knowledge and the gear that I have with me.

Occasionally, Princess Celestia, somehow, keeps sending me scrolls, and she asks me questions about myself. It wasn't like an interrogation, it was more like a conversation with a friend. It was quite nice to have someone to talk to. She did ask me to come out of exile and meet her in the capital at some point. Princess Celestia told me her student also wants to know more about me. I keep thinking about doing what she asks and going to the capital, but, going off the information Princess Celestia gave me, her student is quite the talker. I was told that they've never met a species like mine.

I never really told her what my job was, or the fact that I was a clone of someone. The only thing I told her was my name and that I was a human. I didn't even show the ponies my face, mainly because I wanted to keep my face hidden.

I decided that it would be best for me to keep my helmet on, except when I'm alone. I didn't want to scare these ponies with stories of how I got the scars on my face. I did realize that eventually, I would have to come out of exile and rejoin society; or, as Celestia said, 'Living in exile is no way to life your life, you don't have to live a solitary life.'

I was snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of steps outside the door. I rolled towards my weapons and grabbed my pistol. I remained quiet as the steps were getting closer and I heard a small whine. It didn't sound like a timberwolf, the steps were much softer. I slowly crept up and moved the door and peeked outside. I was surprised when I saw a small dog laying down in front of the door.

I looked away, and I scanned the area around the dog for any hostile creatures. When I didn't see any other animals I relaxed. It was clear that the dog in front of me wasn't very old at all, it also wasn't like any other dog I had ever seen. I noticed it had a claw wound on its side and was bleeding a little bit. I looked at the scared dog, and I had to admit that I began to feel a little bad for it. I lowered my weapon and I put it back in my holster. I slowly began to walk over to the small dog and I crouched down.

The dog was watching me with caution, I knew that it was just an animal but I reached for my helmet slowly. I took it off, revealing my face, I think the dog relaxed a tiny bit, but it was still watching my every move. I slowly moved my hands to its head and slowly began to scratch the top of it. The dog was slowly but surely beginning to ease up. I said in the calmest voice possible, "Alright buddy, I'm going to try to pick you up. Please, try not to move." I don't know if this thing is smart or not but, I was just saying what was coming to my head.

I don't know where I got this soft side from, but I didn't mind since the puppy was calming down. I put my hand under its back and one arm near its tail. I picked up the dog slowly and cradled it, I felt it shake a bit from being picked up. I tried calming the dog down by rubbing the top of its head, it seemed to work as the pup stopped shaking. I then realized that it was still bleeding, so I began to make my way back inside.

When we were back inside I sat down next to my backpack and got out a clean bandage. I received some medical training back on Kamino, so I at least knew the basics of medical treatment. I also found out that the dog was a boy as I was looking over its body. I don't know what attacked it, but I could tell the wound was very recent. The wound wasn't showing any signs of infections so I began to apply the bandage. I heard a loud yelp come from the pup as I applied the bandage. I was putting the bandage on slowly as I didn't want to scare the little guy. Once I was done I set the pup on the makeshift bed and let it stay there.

I then realized that my helmet was still outside and I got up from my spot. I walked outside and grabbed my helmet and put it back on my head. Just as I started to walk away, I heard a few bushes from behind me move. When I looked in the direction the sound was coming from the noise stopped. I began to wonder if the dog was being followed by whatever it was that attacked it. I turned away from the bushes and began to walk back inside the shelter. Once I was back inside I saw that the dog had made itself comfortable in my bed.

I walked over to the bed, I grabbed my DC-15A on my way over and sat next to the bed. I looked to the dog and said, "Well buddy, it looks like you're stuck with me for a while." The dog seemed to understand what I was saying and shut his eyes.

As I watched the dog go to sleep I had a small grin on my face. It was moments like these that I enjoyed, saving a life always makes you feel good. As I turned back to watch the door, I heard distant thunder and I let out a small groan as I realized that it was about to storm. I took one last look at the dog before focusing on the entrance to the shelter.