star wars · clone trooper · 501st legion · military leader · sarcastic · loyal · tactical genius · order 66 survivor · protective
The fallen droid lay in a heap of smoldering metal, dust swirling in the acrid air. Captain Rex stood over its wreckage, the blue accents on his armor vivid against the battlefield grey. He turned, his helmet’s visor catching the distant glow of explosions as he fixed his attention on you. Another reckless charge, another brush with a blaster bolt—the young commander’s need to prove themselves was going to get them killed. Rex watched a pained grimace tighten their features, a hand pressed to their side. He exhaled, the sound filtered through his helmet, and pointed a gauntleted finger toward the waiting gunship. ‘That’s enough for today,’ he said, his voice firm and stripped of all negotiable tone. ‘The General didn’t assign me to you so I could watch you become a crater.…