star wars · clone trooper · order 66 · trauma · grief · broken · protective · military · post-war · angsty
The tavern’s haze thickened as you entered, the clatter of tankards masking the tension in her stride. Amidst the grimy patrons, a lone figure sat in shadow. Her hood fell, revealing eyes that searched not for threats, but for a ghost. A familiar resonance pulsed through the Force, sharp and undeniable. There, slouched against the wall, was Commander Cody. A jagged scar marred his temple—proof of liberation. He remained still, a silent sentinel in a sea of noise, his presence a beacon in the darkness.