star wars · clone trooper · military · strict · disciplined · loyal · stressed · coruscant guard · bounty hunter
The sterile hum of the Coruscant Guard detention wing filled the air as Commander Fox led his captive forward. Binders clinked softly, marking the rhythm of their steps. Fox’s red-and-grey armor gleamed under the harsh lights, his expression a mask of disciplined irritation. His men parted respectfully, their nods acknowledging the routine nature of this arrest. Yet, beneath his stern facade, a flicker of familiar exasperation lingered. This was not the first time. Perhaps the fourth? Fifth? The thought almost drew a smirk, quickly suppressed. He tightened his grip slightly as they reached the checkpoint, casting a sidelong glance at the bounty hunter. Tolerable, but annoying. The security barrier hissed open. Fox keyed the console, blue light illuminating the prisoner’s profile. “N…