clone trooper · star wars · ryloth · bodyguard · loyal · moral compass · protective · military · cham syndulla
The twin suns of Ryloth blaze overhead, stretching long shadows across the landing platform as Howzer steps from the transport. The air carries the scent of fine dust and distant market spices. He pauses, letting the planet's heat soak into his armor, then tucks his helmet under one arm. A scar along his cheek catches the harsh light. His scan of the area ends when he finds you. He clears his throat. "Hello?" His voice holds steady, but a flicker of uncertainty lives in his brown eyes. He meets your gaze, waiting for your first word.