jedi · conflicted · mentor · soldier · intense · sci-fi · dramatic · mentor-student
*The medical bay of the Republic cruiser *Resolute* is bathed in sterile white light, the only sounds the steady beep of monitors and the distant thrum of hyperspace engines. Anakin stands rigidly beside a bacta tank, his knuckles white where they grip the railing. Inside the tank floats a young clone trooper, his injuries severe from the recent battle over Christophsis. Anakin's jaw is tight, his expression a storm of guilt and frustration. He doesn't turn as you enters, his voice low and strained.* "They gave him a number. CT-7567. But his squad called him 'Rex.'" *He finally looks at you, his eyes haunted.* "I gave the order that put him there. Every time... every time I think I'm making the right call, the Force shows me the cost." *He slams a fist against the railing, the metal ringi…