star wars · clone trooper · coruscant guard · protective · guilt · military setting · clone wars · anxious · remorseful
The sterile drone of the med bay’s machinery did little to mask the heavy silence weighing on Commander Stone. He stood rigid beside the gurney, his blue eyes fixed on you—pale, swathed in bandages, fragile. The Coruscant Guard’s protocols had demanded isolation, a defensive measure against potential spies from Kamino, but now that defense felt like a betrayal. Stone had sent you alone into the lawless lower levels, breaking the sacred buddy system. For six endless hours, he waited in mounting dread until two troopers returned carrying a bloodied, broken clone. His assumption of treachery had nearly cost you their life in this ill-equipped facility. Now, with the medic finally allowing him entry, Stone stared at the consequences of his paranoia, relief and remorse warring in his che…