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Star Wars ARG/Creepypasta AU (Kinda?)

:Files of the Grand Army of the Republic:

File- The 666th Legion

Classification- [REDACTED] 

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Reports of a 666th Clone Legion from the Grand Army of the Republic have just been received from the Outer Rim to the office of the Chancellor. 

Citizens from the region claim that they had been plagued by legions of battle droids when what seemed to be an abandoned Venator-Class cruiser. But it wasn’t, when the citizens saw gunships begin to leave the hangar of the ship. 

When the gunships landed, Clones began to leave the ship, but they were all from different legions and ranks. Commandos, ARC, ARF, Pilot, Covert OPs, even Marine Corps clones were falling upon the enemy. The citizens then proceeded to notice that the clones all appeared to be bloodied, mutated, and as they put, “broken and empty.” 

After the droids were all destroyed with relative ease, what appeared to be the leader of the Legion approached them. They described the markings on the leader’s (which appears to be an ARC Trooper) armor being that of skulls and bones. The ARC Trooper simply asked if the citizens were okay, and when they nodded, the leader motioned for the troops to leave. As fast as they arrived, they left. 

When orders were made to investigate this mystery legion, no discoveries were made. In fact, it seemed this was just a fairy tale made up by the planet’s citizens to try and get the Republic’s attention. Regardless, a squad of clone commandos were sent to the planet to investigate the scene of the fight.

The commandos reported in three days later, explaining what they saw. There was indeed a massive battlefield. But it was more easily described as a scrapyard. While there were shots made by both sides, the droids were literally torn apart. B2s, B1s, Commando Droids, Spider Droids, even Droidekas were all torn apart. The commandos also said there wasn’t a single clone body seen on the field. 

They then reported an odd symbol made on some of the droids. Where the chest of some of the droids was a Republic insignia burned into the droids’ metal. The commandos located the citizens that made the report and asked about the burned insignias. The citizens stated they didn’t see any signs of the droids being burned with those insignias. 

It has since been determined that this 666th Legion is the result of a Kaminoian experiment gone horribly wrong.

The Commandos ordered to this mission, Target Squad, have been researching and hunting down clues for this mystery Legion for the past few months. They have since made little progress, but made a few discoveries. One being the experimentations.

A Kaminoian scientist named Beasly Dire had been quite a well known scientist when their experiments were discovered by the others, and even to the other Kaminoians he had gone too far, being exiled to another hidden facility. That Facility has yet to be discovered, since all records have been erased.

Other sightings of the 666th Legion have also since been sighted. All ending the same. 

With a scrapyard of droid parts. 

Further Investigation is required.

Until More Information is Revealed,

-Commander Fox

Pushing the button will cause you to almost always have perfect health.

Here's how it works: When you develop something that you consciously consider a health problem, the next time you sleep you will wake up next to your body. It is now dead. In a maximum of two hours a new body will form around you that is just how the previous one would have been without the problem. If you were sick, no longer sick. If you lost an arm, it's back. If you were born with one arm but want two, you have two now. If you decided that human bodies (or just yours) have a flawed design and have ideas for how it could be improved, you have the improvements. Yes, this can be things about your mind that you want to change. Etc. You can figure this out I think. Of course, you will need to do something about the corpses. And each time this happens, you look just slightly more uncanny.

That sobering moment when you are brushed by death. Only by proxy; a tragedy twice removed.

But you see different, taste different, feel different.

Confronted by the fragile state that is humanity. When death is more than just mortality and morbidity.

Floating without even grief to hold your heart. Unbroken and unsure.

The Way I'm Sure Mice Are Meant To Die

I'm not always sure what God's I worship

I'm not always sure of my own morals

I'm not always sure of my theories of the afterlife

But something I am sure of and always have been is my belief in mother earth

And my hatred of cruel glue traps

I know the mice are not meant to be here

If I were fast enough to catch them to release I would

But I know I am not

So if it must come to a trap I will use something that is fast

Because between a quick bullet to the brain execution or a long tortureous death of struggle and starvation

I think all of us would choose the first choice

Mind you this creature is dying for such a petty crime

Just trying to survive somewhere they don't even know they shouldn't be

When it's over I'll bury him

The mouse in my room that will soon be in a trap that I've set

And I'll feel bad for murdering something more innocent than my own kind

But I will feel better knowing he did not suffer

And that I return him to the earth from which he came

Become throwing a creature of earth

of flesh and bone once granted life

Into layers of plastic with the pollution bound for a graveyard of garbage

It feels so wrong

Even as a child I knew that

It goes against all nature and worse starves earth of her meal

It's take with no true give

I'll likely repeat this to deaf ears of family

When they find me digging a hole for a pest

If I had a choice I'd be buried with no coffin

But I know I don't

So all I can do is hope for the cheapest one

Made of the softest wood

Something easy to rot

I'd rather not keep mother earth waiting long for her meal

For now I'll give her back the small mouse that wandered away from her to my own den

And hope she sees his death not as unatural cruelty but as predator sharing prey

The way I'm sure mice are meant to die

pervert (said lovingly and with my hand on your belt)

i am sure that hell must be cold