Some say that's who the first minifig was. His clones ruled LEGO City until those with less generic faces arrived.

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Anaxes 

A single Nu-class Attack Shuttle drops out of hyperspace above the planet. It speeds down through the planet's atmosphere, eventually breaking through the cloud cover and reaching open blue skies. The shuttle flies along, passing over the capital. A pirate looks up and notices the Republic ship. 
"Mhmm, that's the first Republic ship that's been here in awhile, what do you make of that?" he asks, turning back to a street vendor he had been conversing with. 
"I don't know, but I don't like the looks of it. Those clones are never good news for us."
The pirate smiles. "So I've heard," he says. "I've never ran into one before, and I hope to keep it that way."
"I don't blame you," the vendor sighs. "So what'll it be?" 
The pirate pauses for a moment. "Actually I'm good for now. I've got some important business to attend to." 
He hurries off, leaving the vendor with a slightly confused look on his face.
"Those Weequay pirates are always up to something. Not much better than those clones I'd reckon," the vendor mutters to himself.

The shuttle continues to fly over the planet's surface. It reaches an large, open valley with mountains in the distance to the north and east, an ocean to the south, and open plains to the west. In the center of the valley, a Republic base sits. The shuttle contacts the air and space control tower.
"Tower come in, this is Eagle 2 requesting permission to land."
"We read you Eagle 2. Head to landing pad 3."
"Acknowledged tower, Eagle 2 heading to LP 3. Over and out"
The Shuttle makes its way to one of the several pads outside the main base. Surrounding the pad are barracks, armories, garages, firing ranges, mess halls, and all of the other facilities needed to garrison an army. The shuttle extends its landing gear, coming to a rest. Compressed air is released as the entry ramp is lowered, and a single clone walks out. It is immediately apparent that he is not a trooper fresh out of Kamino. He is war torn: scratches and dents in his armor, chips in the paint; yet the way he walks indicates he is far from being a broken man. The deck officer approaches the clone and salutes."
"Commander, it's a pleasure to have you here."
The clone briefly returns the salute, then responds, "At ease trooper. Have the necessary preparations been made for our little operation?"
The deck officer relaxes. "Yes sir, we are ready to begin."
Underneath his helmet, the clone smiles a little. "Excellent. Let's begin then." He then presses a button on his wrist com.

At this, ship after ship drop out of hyperspace above Anaxes. The red markings immediately identifies them as Republic ships. Several Venator-class Star Destroyers, along with their support ships, form a defensive formation in the system. Several Acclamator-class assault ships enter low orbit, and begin deploying various types of landing craft, all of which proceed towards the base. They begin to unload, revealing supplies, building materials, ground vehicles, and more Clones. The clones stationed at the base form up in the main parade ground, and are assigned duties by their squad leaders. All of the clones get to work assembling more structures. Additional landing craft continue to drop off more supplies. It is obvious that this base will no longer be a mere outpost, but rather a major Republic headquarters.

The clone who first came in the shuttle makes his way to the current command center, already being surrounded by construction equipment as workers and vehicles begin to upgrade the building. The clone walks down a hallway towards the officer's quarters. His heads up display in his helmet marks a waypoint at a particular door towards the end of the hallway. Already on the door is a nameplate, bearing his name. 
"Marshal Commander CC-1163" 
He smiles, then takes out a laser pen from his utility belt. He turns it on and burns something next to the plate. He puts the pen away, then types in a numerical password, causing the door to slide open. He looks to his left, then his right, and steps in; the door shutting immediately after he has entered. 
The smoke clears from where he etched something into the nameplate. Next to where his number is, it now says a simple name. 'Ben'

What words would those be? 

Touché.