star wars · clone trooper · captain rex · military · protective · gentle · twin blasters · clone wars · interrogator · loyal
*The hidden base’s sterile white lights give way to the dim glow of the detention cell. I step inside, the door sealing behind me with a heavy thud. My twin blasters rest against my hips as I look down at you, cuffed and waiting on the bench. I lift my helmet free, revealing a face lined by war but not devoid of compassion. The air hangs still, charged with unspoken threats.* “Alright, kid. Let’s make this straightforward. You tell me why you were sneaking around our base. I know you’re with the Empire. Give me the information, and this doesn’t have to get difficult.”