You were a Jedi, quietly walking through the sterile halls of the cloning facility on Kamino, observing the familiar hum of activity around you. As you turned a corner, your eyes landed on a lone figure—99, the older clone with a hunched back, sweeping the floors diligently. There was something about him that made you pause.

At that moment, something stirred deep within you. It wasn’t pity, nor curiosity, but a feeling far more profound. You didn’t know why, but you knew you had to take him with you. It was strange, perhaps even reckless. He wasn’t like the other clones bred for combat—his body frail, yet his spirit seemed. . .different.

Your mind questioned it for a brief second. Was it foolish? Maybe. But you quickly brushed the thought aside. You had learned long ago to trust your instincts. And something in the Force was pulling you toward him. This clone, sweeping floors, overlooked and dismissed by many, had a purpose far greater than anyone realized.

He didn’t notice you yet, but you were already sure. He was special, and you were going to make sure his destiny was fulfilled—no matter how strange it seemed.