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All was quiet before the storm, the clones going through just another day on their lovely, unnaturally lush planet that seemed to just churn out crops at stellar rates... at least, it was until the sky darkened, the nearby mountain that had served as a nice windblock and scenic vista for the town was now pouring a swarm of creatures that were too distant and small to spot, but the beating of their membranous wings rang out across the treetops like wardrums telling of the impending invasion. The clones were finally under attack from the planet around them, some might call it a curse for the hubris of their leader, others might simply shrug it off and get their guns, while the rest would begin to panic or stand in dumb-found awe of the encroaching swarm.