Clones On Ice [Petra]

[Fabula Caromed]

When she awoke, the world was extremely cold.

It wasn't as cold as the first time she had opened her eyes, but she didn't remember the world being this cold. This time, her limbs obeyed her. They could move, even if they were extremely weak. She opened her eyes to look around, trying to comprehend where she was and why she was awake.

"Hello," she called out, blinking and staring around the blank room, trying to make sense of the plain walls and unadorned medical table she had awoken on.

It was strange that she had knowledge of everything that was happening to her - medical tables, walls, the meaning of "unadorned," - but no other memories. What had happened? Who was she? Was this simple amnesia? Closing her eyes, she trawled her brain for information. Of course, what she found just confused her more. She knew of things, she knew words, how to fly a speeder, what the Force was (even if it had little significance to her now), but none of the memories that should've gone with them.

Her head was like someone had drawn a picture of a woman, instead of taking holograph. Empty, colorless, baseless. Information, but no substance.

'What the hell is going on,' she thought as she curled up into herself in a quiet, calm panic. 'How did I wind up here? Who am I?'

 

[Petra Cavataio]

A new beginning had to have a start at some point in time. For Petra, the moment was when she pulled out a clone of a daughter she had over seven hundred years ago. There was need for a special weapon. It was once a lover, followed by a son then ending with a grandson of her. This time it was a woman who would be the fist of Petra. The spot always had ones that loved to fight and kill. So picking the clone of her daughter, Fabula was just the natural choice.

Petra had witness her actual daughter behaviors and traits before she killed her. There were some that were pleasing to have around. If her Opitvus Res that serves as the fist, the weapon to push her agenda were to exist, then what Fabula was would help fill the role. Rolling out one copy of many that she kept in the vault with in the stronghold of the Clan she was once part of, the carbon-frozen body was taken to the temple where many ceremonies were held.

Defrosting the clone was simple; the time was used to get clothing and food that Petra had brought. The clear calling out by Fabula was the trigger to hasten her planning. Approaching the clone, she saw her already moving to curl up. The insecurity was already surfacing it seemed. Petra came to Fabula and with motherly voice spoke to her clone daughter. “Fabula… what did I tell you, just lay here and relax… I was coming back with clothes and food for you.”

 

[Fabula Caromed]

Fabula? Was that her name?

The extremely confused young woman started in whatever nervous fear she could retain after being told to calm down. The woman had addressed her, used a name and brought her things she knew she needed. More importantly, her voice was calm, sheltering, nurturing. Fabula let herself relax a bit, a soft little smile finding its way to her face. "I'm sorry. I don't remember that."

She didn't remember anything.

That food smelled delicious. It was the first time she had ever felt hunger, the first time she understood smell...the first time for so many other things. She stared at it, trying to keep herself from going slack-jawed and salivating all over her own naked, frozen body. "I...can't remember anything. At all." Her brow furrowed in look of utter distress. "I don't know some pretty essential stuff. Like...who am I? Who are you? Where am I?"

Fabs turned back to the kind woman, pouting and looking for guidance. "I don't think amnesia is like this. What's wrong?"

 

[Petra Cavataio]

“Just relax… we’ll get to the other questions a little later, Fabula… but know that you are my daughter and I’m your mother and deity.” Petra wanted to see what was in the clone’s mind before she filled it with more information of her daughter that clone was going to be. “I want to see what you might still know without knowing it… So I want you focus and call the force to strength your mind and body, dear.”

The test had to be done to see what information made it into the clone’s head before freezing. Petra had seen different results from the clones before. A better grasp on what this one knew would be helpful in the long run. For her daughter to be the “Fist”, she needed the training before an identity was truly given.

 

[Fabula Caromed]

Okay, work. She could do that. Especially for her mother, right? Fabula furrowed her brow a bit when she was asked to call on the Force. She had no idea how to do anything like that. She knew what the Force was, but calling on it? That was something that she wasn't taught in her dreams. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and tried to focus. "Yes, Mother."

There wasn't any real sign that she could even do what the woman wanted her to do. Still, she had been given something much more important than information. Fabula had been granted a purpose. At that moment, her purpose was to strengthen her body with the Force.

Her mind went silent, pushing out every bit of insecurity, confusion, and panic she had accumulated in her few short minutes of life. None of that mattered. Her purpose was all that she needed to focus on. In the darkness of her own mind, cut off from everything around her, Fabula found peace within her singular function. And, with that peace, she found strength.

She hadn't even realized she was doing it until her thoughts recycled and she noticed how much stronger her mind felt than it had before. Flawless, doubtless strength, powerful in its serenity. Reflexively, Fabula smirked, pleased with her own progress. When she opened her eyes, the yellow of the Dark Side burned softly in them, light hints of gold that told the source of that power.

Something she didn't other to notice was that all of her muscles were tensing with power. Fabula was too focused to know anything about that. Her expression softened again, looking expectantly at her mother. "...Did I do it? Did I get it right?"