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The Kaminoans were always experimenting; this was common knowledge among the cloned soldiers.
There were times when a squad—after training, en route to the mess hall or other classes, the medbay, straight from their sleeping pods—would have a member taken, gone forever in an instant, without prior warning.
It was a regular occurrence.
Most squads remained whole, though, as the Kaminoans understood that training batches, together from their first moments, were more efficient than those pushed together due to low numbers.
This didn't stop them from pillaging the already fractured squads—those who had lost members in accidents or due to defects, those swimming against the tide.
Like CT-6922's batch.
Or, what was left of it, at least.
Buck, '20, and '06 came out differently from the beginning; by their fourth year, they disappeared.
6910 and Vulture were transferred to a different learning track, having the supposed competency for medical practices. He's... not sure if they're still alive.
'01—Edit, he wanted to be Edit—went down in a training accident.
It... wasn't pretty.
After that, '22 and '07 were inseparable.
Ninth—almost tenth, almost ready for deployment—year troopers, with good scores and strong wills, the last of Decay Squad, as others liked to call them, just waiting for the chance to live a life outside training halls, to prove that they could be good soldiers, too.
It didn't look good.
'07 got chosen.
'22 was alone at graduation.