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Part 2 of Puzzle Pieces (Reorganized)
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2023-09-01
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2023-09-02
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D'olnii

Summary:

After the events on Umbara, Dogma was sent to Kamino to be reconditioned. Once the process was complete, he was reassigned to the Coruscant Guard. Here, he will have to find his name, and himself -

If he doesn't lose himself in the process.

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He doesn’t know why he’s up here.

Notes:

Allllrighty. A little recap: Dogma, after the events of Umbara, was sent to Kamino for yet another reconditioning and then reassigned to the Coruscant Guard. You'll get the details of the extent of the recon in a later installment, so I won't go over it here. But no, he doesn't remember his name T-T

At this point, he knows he's been reconditioned, and it's causing a lot of emotional turmoil. He knows he used to be someone, knows he did something to deserve this, and suddenly he's being thrust into a assignment that's very different from the propaganda he - and every other clone - has been fed.

From here on out, you'll get to see my interpretation of the Guard as well as get a peek at all the other stuff I've had running behind the scenes: roleplays, character and world development, unmitigated angst sessions with my rp partners and friends on discord, etc. Once this whole Dogma-centric series is done, I'd like to start working on everything else I have plans for in this universe I accidentally created lol. So.

Brace yourselves ;)

Chapter 1: Pushed (Day 4)

Chapter Text

He was pushed to this: trembling, on his knees, looking over the edge of a roof hundreds of meters tall, screaming in the rain.

It falls around him, echoes the plunge his limbs nearly drove him to – the reason he sits on his legs now. So the rain falls around him, but he does not fall, and he watches each streak of moisture as it disappears into the levels below.

He was pushed to this: broken, unrecognizable, cold in nothing but soaked blacks and too-long hair. The rain falls around him, past him and on him and crashing onto the duracrete roof beside him.

He doesn’t know why he’s up here.

He doesn’t even know his name.