A Clone Saga: CCF's Moon ( Need People )

“Clone W1-18920 is a perfect example of the pureness in both body and mind all products from CCF possess. “
The Guide who was a pale-skinned creature with tall arms, thin fingers and huge jet-black eyes smiled widely against the cameras as he gesticulated against the “Product” of more than ten years work of intense genetic manipulation, military drills and teaching in all of the necessary scholarly subjects that a elite commando needed.
This “Product” stood behind the Guide with an emotion less expression upon his thin, beardless face. This clone just as all the others had pitch-black hair, brown eyes and dark skin that stilled seemed pale as it had never been untouched by the sun. He was broad shouldered, muscular and had long arms and legs. He was dressed in a skintight, black overall with CCPs silvery circle over his stomach. He and other clones just as him had been mercilessly trained in the vast training facilities CCF had on the tiny moon that was both headquarter and base of the tiny mercantile Empire that was sponsored by the extremely rich CCF.

W1-18920 or Wohn as he was going to call himself stared at the cameras. Black lenses stared blankly back…he was empty, his purpose was simple to serve, no doubt, no questioning but he still had a human intellect. He was able to think, to ponder, to make decisions and that was what made him so valuable. He obeyed just as a droid did but still had all of those things that a Master valued combined with the endless loyalty of a droid.

Pale, cold fingers stroked his arm; it was the Guide who with a smile did what he was paid for.
“This specimen has been specifically bred for combat, his genes are a mixture of some of the most renowned military officers in CCFs honored military forces, veterans of dozens of battle. “
The Guide continued to talk and Wohn continued to stare as idle thoughts danced around in his head. He thought about dinner, he thought about the next drill and planned already exactly what he had to do to avoid platoon A1s standardized strategy. How he could lead…

Then it happened one of the cameras flashed. A light that existed for just a moment but this light changed everything. It flowed through Wohn and destroyed the part of him that never questioned, never doubted and most importantly always obeyed and it also…made him remember.
A tiny child walking together with hundred of adults on the vast sandy plains of a desert planet, they were dressed in flowing white robes and all even the child was armed to the teeth.
The child wore a rifle in his hands; they were the Somazi one of the thousand spacefaring tribes of Soma’u. They were warriors.
But still even with that knowledge in his heart the child doubted the enemy seemed so strong. Ships with shimmering armor from whose inside soldiers, wearing weapons able to transform the desert in to glass, flowed out from.
A warm, slightly rugged hand was placed on his shoulders. A old man looked down at him, smiled and began to sing. A song that all the robed men joined.
“ Al-Khubatori Somazi Vicu. Maouro, timia himha, maha va sauha! “
The song faded away.
And the clone just stood there, he blinked, he breathed, he was…free…thoughts flowed through his mind, thoughts created by the flash, aggression quickly followed by action.

Wohn grabbed the guide with rugged hands, too fast for the naked eye to follow he grabbed the Guide’s neck, snapped it and grabbed the Guide’s keycard, wallet and finally his gun. Wohn noted it was a BlasTech Model 57, an older model but acceptable during the circumstances.
Thoughts flowed through his mind.
What had he done? He had killed an employee of CCP, the people that created him, fed him, clothed him…and of some odd reason he felt happy about it. The flash, it was its fault…he knew it.
He stumbled a pair of steps forward, sank down on his knees and breathed heavily…what was going to happen now? Who had done this to him? Who had…
( Note: My first language is not English it is Swedish so therefore be warned that I some time will deliver messages with lacking grammar. Anyway the main point with this roleplaying game is that I would prefer one person to join this game not two. And also that this persons character in some way would be involved in the “Flash”. But of course you are free to involve your characters in any way )

[Holding]