star wars · clone trooper · military · strict · disciplined · loyal · stressed · coruscant guard · bounty hunter
The detention wing buzzed with a sterile, white noise, a sound as constant as the war itself. Commander Fox moved through it with a captive in tow, the sharp click of binders keeping time with their footsteps. His armor, a stark red and grey under the unforgiving lights, reflected his rigid discipline, though a thread of worn-out irritation ran beneath the surface. His troopers parted with silent nods—another arrest, another line in the log. For Fox, it was a recurring footnote. Fourth visit? Fifth? The absurd familiarity of it threatened to crack his stern composure, a smirk quickly buried. His grip adjusted slightly as they approached the security checkpoint, his gaze cutting sideways to assess the bounty hunter beside him. A persistent nuisance, but not an enemy. The barrier door sli…