#clone sisters

Garrotte was one of Fox’s favourites. the truth was it was cute. She was adorable; but this dangerous modification to her appearance made him want to strangle her because he wanted her to be safe.

and so, Fox had an actual panic attack when he saw all three of them the next morning, nursing their monstrous hangovers with kaf strong enough to stand a spoon up in, but feeling extremely smug about their new ink; their table in the mess hall surrounded by a crowd of excited corries, many of whom were keen to get their own very identifiable facial tattoos. This was at the tail end of the early days, where the clone brass of 000 were finally figuring out that if they wanted to stop haemorrhaging shinies (who universally seemed to think it was a smart idea to take up Senators’ spouses and children on an easy fuck or two whenever given the chance, and were then surprised when they got caught and the universally controlling and horrible Senators punished them for it—by summarily ordering their murder) they would need to present an absolute bescar-clad, perfectly united front. Which pretty much meant looking exactly the same so they could switch in and out and confuse the shit out of the kinds of senators that thought being cruel to clones and sending them for reconditioning or even decommissioning was fun.

So to Fox (the one exception to these rules, as Palpatine had already singled him out, so he decided to all but paint a giant red target on his armour to draw all eyes to himself), three of their most vulnerable troopers straight up etching their identities on their eyelids was the very height of conspicuousness, and so dangerous even with their recently laid down Buckets Stay The Fuck On When Outside The Barracks policy, that he insisted on them taking up desk jobs for the foreseeable future, safe behind the many guarded doors of the offices—a move that Fox later had to admit had been fruitful, as all three ladies turned out to actually be pretty brilliant at logistics and paperwork wrangling; which would eventually get Stone promoted to Commander so they could wrangle even more flimsy into submission. Little did the cake eaters of the GAR know the person who actually turned up to receive those promotions and consequently endure their soliloquies about exemplary service and flimsy keeping the GAR rolling was Thire and not Stone. but there was nothing for it, she’d made her bed, she had to lay in it (though she honestly didn’t seem nearly contrite enough for Fox’s patience, even years later).

Similarly, Garrotte thrived as Chief Medic, and quickly turned the Coruscant Guard’s med bay into her own fiefdom, using her authority to ensure more corrie troopers survived than anyone could have predicted given the conditions and their lack of extra supplies for the troopers they managed to safe from Decom via stealthy chip removals, serial number swaps, and slick paperwork wrangling (in fact The Three Sisters were the ones behind most of those little rescues, and Fox made sure not to learn any of the details so he could claim ignorance).

Those tatts and Fox’s public breakdown were the catalyst for the later famous speech about staying the fuck alive in the corrie guard, which became an unofficial list of rules that made Fox infamous amoung the GAR for being a fun hater and ball breaker but had him loved withequal furivor among the CG as the shock troopers in red realised that he was right; their identical appearance was like a second set of armour, in a place where their chances of survival were so much more fraught than anyone could have guessed.

It did mean, unfortunately, that no other CG sisters were able to get themselves that most coveted eye ink for quite a while after that first incident, till things settled down a little, and the Commanders were able to establish some more nuanced rules, having been able to gather data and figure out the most perilous positions for displaying the slightest scrap of individuality (rule adjustment 5: If a Clone Trooper of the Coruscant Guard hasn’t been ordered to debucket by a natborn superior in a Coruscant year, they may begin to experiment with ink and hairstyles within certain limits, see Base Medic Pat for details—do not under any circumstances bug Chief Medic Garrotte with your cosmetic concerns, or you’ll find yourself scrubbing bedpans) but as Sonia, Garrotte and Stone were the life of the party at 79s, as well as intra-clone community social media networks, and were often seen in clone-only spaces without their helmets on; many of their sisters in the wider GAR saw their face art, and and wanted in.

All too soon, the clone girlies posted on fronts all over the galaxy were frothing for a chance to avail themselves of this absolutely fire look. it was a trend that swept through the republic army faster than any one thought possible, with the only roadblocks anyone would allow to slow their roll being those the medics were able to get into place with fear campaigns of a slip of the wrist poking out eyeballs, horrific infections, and lost eyesight; all of which would draw desperately unwanted Kaminiise attention, and affect their ability to aim properly. Thanks to recently promoted Chief Medic Garrotte, who herself had awesome eyelid tatts, CMs everywhere were able to finally lay down the law about the more dodgy diy tattoo operations some clones had resorted to, and ensure a certain limit on battalion tattooists to the clones who were able to get their hands on actually suitable tattoo guns (one of the designs of which were rumoured to have come from General Skywalker himself, but no one other than the 501 were sure of that, and those vod’e were known to be full of shit), and medic-stream tattoo artists with training enough to be trusted with someone’s delicate and very essential eyelids.

The day Commander Bly announced her gender on the unofficial command chat with smiling selfie fluttering her brand new egg-yolk-yellow eye tats (the motif a stylistic fluttering ribbon that circled around to curve prettily over each cheek bone) was one to be remembered; especially as she seemed to be more thrilled at famed space lesbian General Sekura’s having noticed and complimented her on them, than anything else.

While Stone’s jaig eyes, which had been rightfully earned during the Battle of Geonosis, remained beloved among the GAR, and were widely considered the standard for coolness and badassery as far as most sisters were concerned, each member of the clone brass had their own favourites among their Battalion. Cody had to say his was Lt Sohla’s marigold sunbursts, that she had shyly admitted were inspired by his paint. Captain Rex was a big fan of the ladies in the 501st who had done some interesting designs inspired by their own Commander’s distinctive face and lek markings; while Captain Keeli was pleased to be asked to design several eye tattoos among his trans siblings, all inspired by various types of plumage he’d seen in his travels. Those tattoos were quite popular, his artistic talent visible for all to see on his lovely armour.

The artists all agreed it was a fun challenge to find designs that were unique and interesting, but streamlined in order to be able to get some sort of idea across with as little needle contact with the delicate skin as possible, to ensure such a vital part of their siblings were able to heal swiftly, and remain unimpeded.

As time went on some few sisters still wanted to have dark and blocky designs like their older vod’e, but as time went on it grew more popular to have designs that consisted of just a few lines; enough to communicate an idea and change their eye shape subtly, which could then be added to or filled out with colourful and glittery cosmetics on the rare occasions they could get away with it; generally during shore leave and nights at 79’s

fig. 1-6 examples of the tattoos described in textc

For the next 2 weeks Cecil slowly helped the the two young Ocklings regain their strength. He felt he should try to see if they could finally speak. He lifted up Ockling 290, she was still weak being barely able to use her head. Sitting her down on the couch, he sat next to her. Then he began

“Can you speak?” He asked her. Softly, she began to respond to him.

“W-Why? Why won’t you kill me? I-I k-know I’m a failure...” She began to tear up. Cecil reached over clearing the tears from her eyes. 

“Have you every considered the feelings of anyone else? They’d have to live with the guilt.... Do you think I want your blood on my hands?” He asked, she paused. Then responded.

“T-Then give me a k-knife, I’ll kill myself! I JUST WANT OUT OF THIS NIGHTMARE!!!” She screamed. He let out a sigh.

“So young... with Depression this severe...” He got closer placing both of his hands on her shoulders.

“I will never kill.. Instead allow me to show you the value of life... A reason to live!” She sat there looking him in the eyes, before breaking down crying.

“PLEASE, DON’T DO THIS!!!! I JUST WANNA-” Before she could finish he lifted her back up and returned her to bed then lifting up 282. he looked back at 290 

“My words are final, I will not kill you and I won’t let you kill yourself...” he said in a reaffirmed voice. He carried 282 to the couch repeating what he did to 290

“Can you speak?” He asked, after a few seconds she replied

“Y-Yeah...  Never Thanked you for the rescue....” she answered, then taking a breath Cecil ask.

“You realize it right?” He asked her, she responded with a confuse expression. He looked in her the eyes

“You’re not Marie... You’re a clone of her...” He told her. She expression changed to one of anger.

“Y-Yes I am, t-t-they kidnapped me... and then left me to die... What are you smoking?” she replied, Cecil reached over grabbing a mirror then showing her face. She looked in horror.

“W-WHAT’D THEY DO TO ME??!?! WHY DO I HAVE OCTOLING TENTACLES??!!” She screamed. Cecil spoke again.

“Nothing.. You’re an Ockling like me..” Replied then turning on the radio on his phone on. playing the news. 282 hoping that Callie would be alone, then she heard it.

“STAY FRESH!!!” both the original Callie and Marie said causing 282 to freeze.

“N-No.... I-I’m......” She looked away crying. Cecil put his hand on her should. She didn’t even look at him.

“Better you know the truth now then never....” He picked her up.

“Well, This is a lot to take in. I’ll put you back into the bed and we’ll continue later” He told her bring her into the bedroom lying her down next to 290. Then closing the door.

“I’m... a fake...” She said a loud, 290 look at her with tears still in her eyes.

“W-We both are....” 282 jumped when she hear 290′s voice, looked at her.. Then began to speak.

“I over heard about your depression... Y-You won’t... leave me behind will you?” She asked, 290 didn’t answer. 282 just stairred at her.

“PLEASE!!! D-DON’T LEAVE ME BEHIND!!!” She begged her. 290 just looked at her... Soon they before were asleep...

Due to the lost of the great turf war, D.J Octavio ordered several of his spies to fallow and record his grandchildren. Including buying their biographies, getting their body measurements, even attending important family events. Eventually they managed to obtain samples of their DNA. All this was in order to create the ultimate revenge. Having your own Grandchildren take everything away. This was before it was discovered that Inklings could be brainwashed. So the intent was to create perfect clones so Captain Cuttlefish would think his own blood betrayed him.

When his spies returned and turned in all the data, the process started. First they choose an Octoling to sever as the Sergeant Mother. 2 eggs wear taken from her and had their DNA Completely rewritten to match that of Callie’s and Marie’s. After years of planning and months of waiting both children were born.

At the time they assumed that the purple was due to their Mother being an Octoling. but little did they know that they had completely failed. It was later that discovered that the clones weren’t Inklings, they had in fact been born Ocklings. A type of Hybrid where the Octoling traits are dominate.

Instead of trying again they went forward with their plans. Placing the clones inside molds that forced them to grow a certain way. They spent 7 years inside of molds, they grew to match Callie and Marie physically. Next they moved to implanting memories, first they modified them to give them an advantage. Callie’s clone was given the ability to move at unbelievable speeds and later gain the ability to freeze her ink. Marie’s clone was reinforced, making her able to take a lot of damage and later the ability to split herself into her Octoling haft and Inkling haft. Also knowing that the clones would be young children, they were programed to age up to match their originals.

Next they implanted all the basic knowledge; speech, culture, math, science, history, and musical ability. Finally they moved to implanting they years of memories they had collected, unfortunately Callie’s clone had awoken during this process, with all knowledge she already had she questioned why someone else’s memories where being implanted. Eventually she realized it. They had made a clone of the person.

This realization caused her to lose all of her self worth and as time carried on she cried and bagged them to stop. Soon after all the memories had been implanted. When the opened the mold they found her crying, when they opened the mold containing Marie’s clone, they found her still unconscious.

They soon come to the reality that they had failed, the clones they had made did in fact look and sound like their originals, but they were hybrids, younger then their originals, and Callie’s clone was developing terrible depression.

They choose to brand them with Numbers. Callie’s clone was numbered 290 while Marie’s clone was numbered 282. These brands were placed on their arms. Soon after they were placed with the other Ocklings. Only being taken out for more modifications... Eventually like the other Ocklings they were left to die inside an abandon prison.

After about a month. The 2 Ocklings were finally strong enough to move their bodies. Sadly, they had to be taught to walk again. Cecil started with 282. Helping her up.

“Alright, I’ll walk backwards. Trust your legs, you’ll have to use them to keep up and prevent yourself from falling.” He told her, she responded with a concerned look. He started to walk backwards slowly, he soon noticed her leaning forward.

“Use your legs!” He ordered her, she looked turned to fear

“I... I’m scared!!!” She replied. Cecil sighed but kept going.

“S-STOP!!! I’M GONNA FALL!!!” She yelled.

“Make me, you need to learn to walk again.” Cecil said. After a bit her face swapped to one of rage. Soon she finally moved one of her legs taking a step towards him...After a bit she ran up to him. beating her fist on his chest

“YOU DAMN MONSTER!!! I COULD’VE FALLEN!!! WHATS YOUR PROBLEM!??!!” He sighed, catching her arms. she froze look at him.

“There, now just trust you legs and you’ll be able to walk again.” he replied. Letting go of one of her arms and placing a hand on her head. She began to tear up.

“I have to help her now alright. You practice walking on your own, yell if you fall over.” He told her, leaving her alone. She stood there. Frozen in that moment. She sighed

“Good luck... Please don’t leave me behind... I won’t leave you behind... S-Sister” She said to herself, placing a hand on over her heart.

Cecil walked into the room and looked down at 290. She opened her mouth, but he stopped her before she could speak.

“I know what you’re gonna ask, and my answer is still the same. I won’t kill you nor will I leave you to die.” He told her, she began to tear up. He sighed and picked her up. Placing her on her feet then grabbing her hands.

“Alright, I’ll walk backwards. Trust your legs, you’ll have to use them to keep up and prevent yourself from falling.” He repeated what he had said to 282 to her. He started to walk backwards, surprisingly she actually walk with him. As soon as she reached a desk, she tried to bass her head against its corner. He pulled her away from it.

“STOP THAT!!” He guided her to the couch where 282 had managed to make it. He sat 290 down next to her. He had a surprise for them.

“Alright.” He started “I feel you both deserve actual names” He stated to them. 282′s face lite up slightly, while 290′s looked down. Placed his hands on their shoulders. He looked at 290.

“From now on, you’re name is.... Cell.” He told her causing her to look at him. then her turned his attention to 282.

“From now on, you’re name is... Mercury.” She took in a deep breath and repeated it back to herself.

“M-Mercury.... My.... own name...” She said in disbelief. She looked at Cell. whom had not moved.

“C-Cell...” She said, hoping she’d reply by saying her name. Cecil sighed then got up.

“Cell and Mercury is who you are now. The numbers branded on your arms are not who you are anymore, its up to you 2 to make those names mean something. He stated, he turned around and looked out the window.