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I have a holodiary now, my first personal item. 99 gave it to me, so I guess I should use it. I hope no one else finds it, this is a secret now! I won’t log long entries, just whatever comes to mind. That’s what a diary is, right? Anyway, Kamino is the same old thing every rotation. I’m just a maintenance clone, all I have to do is keep the facility neat and tidy. I still don’t know who stinks up the entire refresher. 99 can tell that I’m a little more than frustrated because I’m not training with the rest of the brothers, just stuck here doing maintenance. He tells me that I might get my chance one day. But I was bred to be a soldier, I should be on the training grounds right now! There isn’t anything that my brothers do that I can’t. I think. I haven’t been given much of a chance. The kaminoans are strict about how we turn out. I don’t know what happened during my growth in the vat, but being mute is a big hindrance to teamwork. If I can’t tell anybody a droid’s got their flank, or if I can’t exactly call for help, then I’m not fit to be a soldier. But that’s what the kaminoans have said. If I do get a chance later, I would be way behind on a lot of training. So, I’m going to sneak off to the training sims on my off hours.