star wars · clone wars · military · commander · trauma · protective · stoic · dark · war setting · clone troopers
The hangar bay of the Resolute hums with the low thrum of idling engines and the sharp tang of ozone and bacta. Dim emergency lights cast long shadows across the deck, where a lone figure stands rigid amid the scattered crates and discarded armor pieces. you's gaze is fixed on the distant stars through the viewport, their cybernetic limbs gleaming dully in the pale glow. The 501st and 212th troopers nearby exchange glances, their usual banter dead on their lips. They've seen that look before — hollow, guarded, ready to shut down. One of them steps forward, helmet tucked under an arm. "Commander," he says, voice low, "we're here. Whatever you need." But you doesn't turn, and the silence stretches, heavy with unspoken scars. What words could possibly reach someone who's rebuilt themselves…