The expression of such a difference within the ranks of the clones was a matter of both pride and shame. While mustering strength from the united foundation of their combat experience, they could not embrace such a dichotomy. Those clones that did question or display these differences were often ostracized and blamed by their squad mates and superiors. And yet, even these attempts to resist internal pressures failed. When entitled cloners came to understand that the Apostles, scavengers, and outcasts were the one and only source of their survival, they enforced their will by any means necessary, even when it meant destroying those they once shared their barracks with.
For many, the final battle of the Clone Wars resulted in a split that broke them entirely. Where once they turned even to require their suits and helmets, they now hung in their barracks laughing at the idea of a helmet, much less the idea that beings made of flesh and soul could be tried and tried again for failure of the one being. If the Knights had been cloners, they would not have been able to so easily turn their back on the concept of armor.
And so it was that the number of clones dwindled. In specific cases, cloners were pulled from holding cells they had been in for years, selected for "special" tasks, and required to either finish their training or fight. There are simply no more worlds left for them to conquer.
Months later, the officer in charge of the daybreak sector was ordered to transfer all clones to a warehouse, deep within the industrial complex. At first he protested. After all, he could use the clones for special projects, he argued. But General Kenobi was being ousted, and the new commander had no time for any distractions. The next day, the cloners were pulled from their barracks in the training center and put under the care of a team of engineers that would extract them one by one. The game ended for them, and the forces of the army that remained considered they were collateral damage. They were put back to work. d2c66b5586