Hey. Just had this idea for a CC fanfic. Enjoy.

Chapter 1 - Experiment

Professor Mikhail Belanov sat in the installation's lab, at his table.
What is he doing, you ask? An experiment. Involving clone DNA.
He watched the analyser, which gathered data. After five minutes, he got a report.
“All readings nominal. Good.”
Clone blood was nearly identical to a human's. Except for the added chemicals that made clones age faster.

Humans had been able to create simple clones. Good alone, better when controlled by a cortex through control chips in their brains. Everything is better when controlled by a cortex. Everything humans know so far, at least.
Robots were generally considered better than clones. Unlimited lifespan, if they are repaired now and then, generally more durable than organics, they don't think about the meaning of life. If destroyed, they can be rebuilt. And cheaper. At least, the most common ones are.
But clones had that thing we humans call intelligence. Sure, AI is very good these days, but robots have trouble reacting to rapid changes on a battlefield. Something which clones can do easily.
Plus, most commanders like clones more. They seem more like real soldiers.

But what he is going to do... may end in a grand success or terrible failure. There is no other outcome.
He opened a drawer and took out the special serum.
Made from two of the rarest materials. Chronium, a rare energy-metal, and Galanite, a quite unstable, explosive liquid.
Tests on living beings showed that the serum causes severe mutations. From growing more hair to growing wings or another head. The effects varied from creature to creature, but even in the same species.
These things happened when applied to an already existing organism... but what happens when you make clones with it? Only one way to find out.

He took the clone blood and put it in a vial. He slowly walked to 'That big spinning thing' , as a soldier had called it yesterday, and put both vials in. The vials disappeared and the machine's inner parts started spinning.
When they came back out, there was one clean vial and a vial with a green liquid.
So, the new clones will have green blood? If there will be new clones.
He examined the liquid in the analyser. A report.
The scan showed that it was 85,001 percent human blood. He was relieved.

The minimal percentage of pure human blood needed to make a clone was 85 percent. Anything lower would probably result in an abomination.
He was nervous. DMT darklones have 90 percent human blood and they are one of the best on the market. What kind of clone will he get if he uses this stuff?

He walked to the 'Sender' system in the lab. He put the vial in and sent it to the cloning vats with a message:
I want twenty.

He then left the lab and went to his quarters. He hadn't slept in two days.

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Chapter 2 - Success?


Two months had passed. In that period, twenty clones were made.
They will inspect only sixteen today.
Four of those twenty had grown extra limbs. Or heads. They were immediately... retired.

Now, Mikhail and two of his colleagues have to pick the clones who are normal also mentally. Mentally sick, normal clones appeared now and then, but they were rare. But in this special batch... who knows?
They expected the best results. But they prepared for the worst.
Mikhail had his finger on a big red button labelled 'Retire'.

The first clone entered. He was tall and muscular, like all others. Before Mikhail could even ask something, he started smashing his head against the room's wall. Mikhail pressed the button.
A door, leading to a strange pod, opened. The clone first stared at it, then went in. He was then sent somewhere, never to be seen again.

Second one. He just stood there. Good start.
“Clone 2!”
“Yes?”
“Who will you serve?”
“The Coalition. Don't know if I will be of any help.”
“Hmm?”
“I don't like violence, sir. I just want to live a peaceful existence, somewhere.”
There would have been nothing wrong with that state of mind, if it wasn't a clone made for battle.
*Click*
“Enter the pod.”
“Will it take me to a peaceful place?”
“Yes.”
And so, he entered.

Third. This one crawled into the room.
“What are you doing, clone 3?”
“Shhhh! I am ninja snake! They must not find me!”
*Click*
He crawled into the pod.
“Thank you for escape route!”

Fourth. He slowly walked into the room. He was repeating LOL over and over.
“Hello, clone 4.”
“LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL...”
“What are you...?!”
“LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL...”
*Click*
He LOLed to the last moment.

The following clones had all kinds of mental sicknesses. Hallucinations, Dissociative identity disorder, Extreme levels of fear (clone 12 was afraid to breathe, since he “could get a virus, or something...”), Animal-like personalities (No, ninja snake was NOT the last).

The last four clones remained. Mikhail had almost no hope left.
“Next.” he said. He sounded tired.
They surprised him. One clone didn't enter. All four did. Were they stupid? His finger was ready.
“I wanted one.”
They were the same, yet different. They stood in a line. The rightmost one said:
“Sorry, sir. Thought we would save you time.”
The leftmost:
“By the way, thanks for getting rid off those idiots.”
Second from the right:
“Yeah, they were kinda creepy.”
Second from the left:
“Agreed, mate.”
A normal conversation? He thought he wouldn't hear that today.
“Okay, then. Clones, who will you serve?”
“The Coalition, sir!”
All four said almost in unison.
“How?”
They spoke from left to right.
“Efficiently taking out our enemies!”
“Defending positions!”
“Blowing up their positions!”
“Helping our clones!”
Now, this was what he wanted. What this project was all about. Now to only see if they really were superior.
“Good,” his finger pressed a green button this time. A door opened, “Please, go through there. I will come shortly.”
They did so. Mikhail wanted to give a high five to someone. But he didn't deem it suitable for a scientist like himself, so he merely shook hands with his colleagues.



They entered a large oval room. The floor had blood on it.
“That's encouraging.”
“Agreed, mate.”
“Can you talk normally?! That's the only thing you've said so far!”
“I will try.”

Many people, aliens, whatever, wondered how you can choose what weapons and armour the clones will wield and give them the guns they are most efficient with.. The answer is: you don't. The clones choose themselves.
Part of the floor opened. Two racks with armour appeared. One with leavy and the other with light coalition armour.
“Those have been upgraded,” they turned to see Mikhail, “with an experimental alloy. It should be lighter and sturdier.”
“So we can expect it to be heavier and as resistant as paper.”
“I suppose. Now, choose, please.”
One almost instantly moved to the heavy armour. Two went to the light section. And the last, after considering, went with the light package, as well
The only heavily armoured spoke:
“You know, this is actually kinda comfortable.”
“Yeah, like a bullet-stopping T-shirt.”
“Heh.”
“Good. Now,” the armours disappeared, replaced by uncountable weapons, “the choice is yours, again. These are all upgrades to standard Coalition weaponry.”

The heavy moved towards a gattling gun. He picked it up easily.
“Ah, yes. The, and I don't know why our engineers called it so, 'Sasha 1337'. One of the most powerful ballistic weapons. Bullets can penetrate even the toughest AAL battle armour if used right.”
“Great. I'm keeping this!”
The first of the light ones chose a quite large shotgun.
“The 'Doombringer mark 3 heavy automatic shotgun'. For all your close range needs.”
“I think I'm in love.”
“Bet you are, mate,” the clone walked towards the table and picked an assault rifle. “doc!”
Doc? Well, they have to call him something.
“Yes?”
“We're only choosing primary weaps now, right?”
“Yes, secondary weapons later.”
“Kay. I'll take this, then. Give me that fancy description.”
“As you wish. The 'DFG 2049 assault rifle'. Highly accurate, quick reload. Excellent for medium range.”
“And what about this beauty?”
Mikhail turned to the last clone. He had picked a sniper rifle.
“Ah, yes. The 'Headhunter, heavy sniper rifle'. Can penetrate walls, if used correctly. Scope comes with night, heat and energy vision.”
“Energy vision?”
“For robots. They don't emit heat, most of them, anyway. You will need that to see them through walls.”
“I see. Its mine.”
“Good, now you need secondary arms,” the large ones were replaced by smaller weapons, “pick.”

They all took the standard handguns. Our friend with the assault rifle also picked a few grenades.
“Good. Now, I think it is time to assign some codenames.”
“Codenames?”
“Yes. I can' call you clone 17 forever, can I?”
They were silent at first. They then spoke on by one.
Our 'Heavy':
“Guardian.”
The shotgun wielder:
“Shredder.”
Our mate:
“Pierce.”
And our cam... sniper:
“Sickshot.”
“Well, pleased to meet you, gentlemen. Now, let's do some exercise. Live rounds included.”
“Oh, boy.” Said all four out loud.

Ye second chapter is online.

Interesting. Will this be accompanied by any sort of mod?
Critique on the story itself:
You don't have very smooth flow. The sentences have rather abrupt endings and you stay in semi-3rd person omniscient the entire time. Having some sentences interrupted with questions for the reader makes that part odd to read, especially since the story around it is not tied in to the reader very much.
Clean up your structure a little and it would be a decent short story.

Yeah, it just depends on when this story takes place, because I can point out many flaws.

And what does the 'puter mean by 'I VANT TWENTY'?


And the flaws are as follow, but aren't limited to...
-Organic Longevity ( Mitochondria Enhancing, yes, I watch SciQ )
-Organics are generated as any age type specified ( Advanced Organic Creation/ Data Input )
-Stabilization/Recovery Pods ( When those guys are fed into the blender )
-Proto Brains/ Cyber Brains ( For those Organic/Robotic Intelligence needs, and then there are the Helper AIs )
-Data Hypercube Processing/Memory ( You need performance, say Hello )
-Total Genome Control ( Mutation/ Organic Line Creation )
-Dark Energy/Matter or Subatomic conversion ( For the 'all you will need resources' )

Ahh.... constructive criticism. I get so few of it.

To Duh102: I suck at spriting AND coding. Do not expect mods from me.
Semi-3rd person? Yeah... I do that a lot. Sorry.... just my style of writing, I suppose. Will try to fix it, if I can.
Interrupted sentences... I like writing those... will try to clean that up...

To Foa: "I want twenty." is the message that Mikhail wrote to the guys at the cloning vats.

And when is it set? The time of CC as we know it. You know, Zombie cave, Tut bunker missions.
If the things you specified are within the timeline of CC (honestly, I went with the approach that the clones are made like those in Star Wars) I may just rewrite the whole thing...
But about the Dark Matter... if it is so good... how come we spend our time digging for "gold"? This is blasphemy!

Dark Matter is antimatter. One atom of it costs a million to make. When an atom of matter collides with an atom of dark matter, both are destroyed in a flash.

Oh?
I thought Dark matter and Antimatter were two different things. Thanks for clearing that up for me.

No. Antimatter /= Dark Matter. Dark matter is invisible and repulsive, causing universal expansion. Antimatter is visible but... interesting. It does indeed explode when it comes in contact with matter, releasing all energy contained in the two atoms in a burst of high-energy radiation and I think a shower of smaller subatomic particles.

Dark matter is like ordinary matter, except it can't be detected from other than the gravity it causes. Antimatter is matter which is made of antiparticles (positrons, antiprotons) and annihilates when it meets ordinary matter. Dark energy is repulsive, invisible and all weird.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dark_matter
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antimatter
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dark_energy

Much like this story.

Thanks, Sand rat.

Now could you tell me exactly WHY it is repulsive and all weird?
Would like to improve, ya know.

That's just what it does. That's it's particular property, like how water is wet. Or how cake is delicious.

I was reffering to Sand rat reffering to my story...
He said the story is repulsive and weird.

This is worse than Duass' fanfic, is what I think he means.

And Brainwashed, dark matter isn't antimatter, one is the subatomic form of matter, and the other is the opposite reaction of matter.



Don't want waste it on trivial currency?
I mean, the are millions of better things you can do other than frauding.

No, Dark Matter and Antimatter ARE two different things. Dark matter is a different type of matter that as of yet is still undiscovered, as actual matter only accounts for a small fraction of the universe its self.