Title: Journal of Mark Tantiss Author: Jedi_Lover Time Frame: Right after TTT Characters: OC Mark Tantiss, Luke Skywalker, Mara Jade & others Summary: This is a journal of the last surviving clone from Mount Tantiss. This OC character is from my completed fanfic Second to None Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. NOTE: Because of some glitches during our website move, chapters posted prior to the move are truncated after 10,000 characters. If you wish to read the earlier chapters you can go to: http://www.fanfiction.net/~jedilover There I have this story and my other stories I have written over the years. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Entry 1. Location: Star Destroyer Independence Two days ago the ship psychologist gave me this datapad. He said I could use it to catch up on recent events from the Holonet, but he also suggested that I keep a journal. He said it would help me organize my thoughts and help ease the anxiety of being thrust into such unusual circumstances. Unusual circumstances?now that?s an understatement if I have ever heard one. My memory only reaches back a few days. I woke up on this ship surrounded by doctors. I didn?t know who I was; I couldn?t even remember my name. The doctors all act strange around me. I could see them whispering between themselves as they gazed at me curiously like I?m some sort of freak. Whenever I tried to ask them what was going one they always had an emergency to run off to in another part of the medward. Finally the ship psychologist, a middle aged human male named Otwan, was called in to talk to me. Apparently I was rescued from a cloning facility in a place called Mount Tantiss on a planet named Wayland. He asked me if I had any recollections of the place. I tried to reach back further into my memory and I did find a few glimpses of events of a time before I came to this ship. I remember a short moment of panic. I couldn?t focus my eyes and I was coughing water out of my lungs. I remember voices, but my mind was jumbled and I lash out at them. The last thing I remember was something cold and metallic against my neck and the sound of what I now realize must have been a hypodermic injector?then darkness. The ship psychologist says it is normal that I cannot remember my past, because I have no real past?I?m a clone. I remember sitting in the medical bed wanting to laugh in the doctor?s face. I know what a clone is, but I can?t be a clone?I know things. I?m a soldier. I?ve been trained. I don?t remember getting the training, but I have extensive knowledge on battle tactics, weapons, combat support equipment and even battlefield first aid. I must have learned these things from somewhere. I know I?m a soldier?I must have a brain injury and have amnesia. Somehow I felt the doctor?s emotions?I don?t know how?maybe I just saw it in his face, but he felt sorry and worried for me. He continued to tell me his clone story, but I refused to believe. Finally he gets on his comlink and asks somebody to come into the room. A young man, probably in his mid to late twenties entered. He is average height, blond and blue eyed. As soon as he gets close an irritating buzz started in my head. The man introduces himself as Luke Skywalker. The name means nothing to me and I looked at the doctor confused as to why he brought this man here and why I was now getting a raging migraine. The doctor handed me a mirror. I remember asking him what the hell he wanted me to do with it. He just told me to look at my face. I look into the mirror and to my horror I see the face of Luke Skywalker staring back at me. I drop the mirror and gazed dumbfounded at the man standing next to me. My stomach clenched with the realization that it was true. I am a clone.