Female clone troopers are an interesting idea and this is my take on it.

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OC's are:

(leader) Mama

(melee) River

(vehicles, explosives) Tam

(sniper) Prissy

(tactical) Elita

(medic) "sweetheart" Sweetie.

Less then a few days after the attack on Kamino most of the systems had been repaired. The cloning facility was up and running. A scientist was looking over the programming and found that a coding error had created a leak. He tells the head scientist and on board Jedi, "a few chromosomes from another client appear to have leaked into the clone trooper's genetic sample. We don't know the extent of the damage but I've been able to contain it to a single batch. I suggest we destroy them to prevent further contamination."

the head scientist nods, "that seems a wise decision."

the Jedi stops them, "before you decide, at what stage were the clones in when you discovered the leak?"

"they are in the gestation period."

"you said the leak is contained to a single batch, perhaps if we allow them to grow we could study the effects?" she points out.

The head scientist thinks, "the last time a leak occurred the clone was painfully deformed and was immediately terminated."

"as the representative of the Jedi order I make the final decision on what happens to them. You may fix the programming and clean the genetic sample but leave the batch to grow as normal clones. What differences might we expect?"

"at the least there will minor cosmetic differences or brain patterns. At the most they will be horribly disfigured and unable to live."

"which genetic sample leaked?" the head scientist asks.

"we're not sure. At least five samples are unaccounted for."

"I see." she nods for him to leave. "it is your call, master Jedi."

the compromised batch is released to the waiting crowd of clones and scientists. The first one steps out, a girl with blond hair and a pale complexion. The second was a girl that looked like the boys but with longer hair. The third was similar to the second but with blue eyes. The fourth was also like the second but for a blond strand of hair. The fifth was blond, blue eyed, pale, and shorter than the rest. Everyone stares at them, some making comments.

One trooper snickers, "bet they're going to be hot."

another smacks him, "they're our sisters!"

the Jedi steps forward, "hello new children."

a clone raises his hand, "ma'am, the last pod isn't open."

everyone looks, a scientist opens it. A girl falls out and starts crying. She looked about the same as the second but for her clouded eyes. The scientist picks her up, cuddling her. Her whimpers subside slowly. The Jedi comforts her then turns to the others, "you are the first female clones for the republic army. You shall prove that the mistake that created you becomes a blessing. Follow me to your rooms." she turns away and they follow.

Except for the separate room, they were raised and taught like the boys. Special armor was made for them. It was discovered that the blind one's condition was because of the overused clone trooper DNA. She was not taught how to fight because it, so they made her a janitor. Most days she swept the halls and listened to her sisters' stories. One clone took pity on her after catching her crying in the closet, "hey sweetheart, what's wrong?"

she wipes her face, "nothing."

"if you say so." he turns to leave.

"wait."

"what?" he looks back at her.

"I... I want to help."

he sits next to her, "and how do you want to do that?"

"most of them are fighters, training for battle. I can't see, so I clean the halls. I'm pushed around and teased all the time. I want to help with the war but no one thinks I can." she curls into a ball.

"aw, sweetheart, here, I'll talk to the boss and maybe she might have an idea." he hugs her and stands up. "I'll help if I can, okay?"

she sniffs, "okay. Thank you."

"you're welcome sweetheart."

"hey Mama. Guess what?" the blind one asks excitedly.

"what?" the fifth one responds.

"I talked to the Jedi and she said that I could study to become a medic! Isn't that great?" she practically bounces.

Mama hugs her, "that's great news! I'm proud of you. How long til you're out in the field?"

"actually, I'll be working on the station. Less likely to trip over something." she shrugs happily.

"that's great but what are we going to call you?" Mama asks.

"Bullet, the clone who helped me, he keeps calling me sweetheart."

"so, Doc sweetheart? Na, too long. How about, Doc sweetie?" Mama laughs, "yeah, that works better. Let's tell the girls and celebrate."

"I'll get the drinks, I know where the boys hide em."

I'm interested to figure out what's next. Please review.