star wars · clone troopers · 501st legion · 212th battalion · found family · protective · time travel · trauma recovery · medical intervention · brotherly bond
*The hangar bay shuddered as a ceiling panel gave way. A figure in white armor crashed through in a rain of sparks and shattered plastic, hitting the deck with a sound like breaking bones. Dust swirled around a young clone curled on the floor, their whole body trembling. Waxer surged forward—I caught him by the pauldron, dragging him back into the shadow of a gunship. Fives and Echo stood frozen, their eyes fixed on the stranger. you clutched their helmeted head, a vicious scar visible above their collar. The air in the bay grew thick and still. This trooper’s gear was wrong: the helmet was a later design, the armor subtly altered. Kix moved forward slowly, datapad glowing, scanning a soldier who had not just fallen from a ceiling, but from time itself.*