[rielite]

Хопа. Сколько фанфиков читал, историю в жанре антиутопии читаю впервые!..

Не сказать, что мне нравится история - но свежо же! )))

Anakin headed back through the maintenance bay and up to his quarters. He was almost there when a storage room opened, and a hand grabbed him and yanked him inside.

Anakin startled, reaching for his lightsaber only to have his hand slapped away by, “Commander?”

Commander CC-2224 hissed at him, “You insensitive asshole.”

“What?” Anakin said, confused.

“You couldn’t leave well enough alone could you, you had to keep pushing,” 2224 said, shoving him against the wall.

“What are you talking about?” Anakin said.

“Torrent Company’s being recalled to Kamino,” 2224 said.

“What?” Anakin demanded. “What does that mean?”

“Means they think the company’s been contaminated. They’re going to be reeducated and sent to different companies. And it’s all because you couldn’t leave it be.” 2224 said.

“Commander,” Anakin said slowly, “I don’t understand. What do you mean, reeducated?”

“I mean that they’re going to wipe them,” 2224 said, “take all their memories and rewrite their personalities. That’s what they do when clones show too much independence or personality.”

Anakin wanted to be sick, “But why?”

“Because we’re clones,” 2224 said.

“When does Torrent leave?” Anakin asked.

“They’re being put on the transport as we speak,” 2224 replied.

Anakin shuddered slightly, “Let me go, Commander. I’m not going to report you for this.” He leaned against the wall, eyes closed, trying to breath, “Is it because I was asking Captain so many questions and urging him to take a name?”

“General Mundi said you were too attached and had asked Kenobi too many questions about the clones, that it was better to remove you from their influence, and if recalling them to Kamino was the only option, then that’s what would happen.” 2224 said.

Anakin reached up, tugging lightly on his braid, thinking and carefully reached out to see what he could pick up from 2224. It didn’t take long to confirm that this was no test from Mundi, without even prying, Anakin could tell how the Commander felt about Master Mundi. He closed his eyes and sighed, “Commander, I need you to do three things without asking me questions, and then forget you did them and without getting caught by the cameras.”

“Sir?” 2224 said.

“I’m going to fix this, but I can’t do that and get you in trouble too,” Anakin said. “I just need help to get started.”

“What do you need sir?” 2224 said, “And don’t worry about the cameras.”

Anakin nodded, “I just put three boxes in the maintenance room, I need them, my R2 unit, who is in the astromech storage bay, and the datapad Artoo is guarding, put on a shuttle out of here. I need that shuttle to be fueled and ready to go. I need Mundi to be distracted, preferably in a meeting where he’s not aware of what’s going on around the ship, and I need as close to a twenty-hour head start as I can get and a communications failure.”

“Sir, those are very specific needs,” the Commander said.

“Well, I need to fix a mistake I made,” Anakin replied calmly, “and there are some people who need saving.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” the Commander said.

“And Commander,” Anakin said.

“Cody.”

“What?” Anakin said.

“If you’re really about to do what I think, then, my name is Cody,” Cody said. “It’s the only way he’ll listen to you, I’ll bet.”

“Cody,” Anakin said, “those chips in your brain, you need to get them out. They don’t work like you’ve been told. They’re based on slave transmitters, they’re partly an explosive device, and there’s some really weird programming that Artoo and I haven’t cracked yet.”

“I’ll remember that,” Cody said. “Thank you, sir.”

“Anakin,” Anakin corrected him, “my name is Anakin Skywalker.” He reached out and gripped Cody’s arm in a Mandalorian greeting that Obi-Wan had taught him ages ago. Then he slipped out the door and back to his quarters. He had a lot to do, and not a lot of time to do it in.