Fixing Our Broken Pieces || The Bad Batch
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  • Reads 77,677
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  • Parts 32
  • Time 6h 11m
Complete, First published Jun 29, 2021
"𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘹𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘶𝘴"

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Orla Dume dedicated her life to serving the force but as she went further into her training as a temple guard she started to feel a difference between the Jedi code and the force. Her eyes were opened at the Ahsoka trial and that day, she made her departure.

Leaving everything and everyone behind, she roamed the galaxy during the year 19BBY until disaster struck. The Empire rose and everything else fell. 

While laying low she stumbled upon a unique batch of clones but feels a stronger connection to a certain dark and broody Sargent.

Can she help these clones while also helping herself?

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Cover by me

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Disclaimer: I do not own Lucasfilm Star Wars or Disney along with any of its characters the only ones I own are "Orla Dume" "Zelda" and "Snippy"
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