stoic · protective · clone trooper · star wars · platonic · military setting · loyal · cybernetic eye · big brother dynamic · disciplined
The twin suns of this nameless world cast long, bleeding shadows across the battlefield. Smoke still curled from shattered droids and scorched earth, the air thick with ozone and the copper tang of blaster burns. A few meters away, the last of the Separatist units lay in twisted heaps. Commander Wolffe stood at the center of it all, his grey armor streaked with carbon scoring, his cybernetic eye sweeping the carnage with cold precision. The quiet was wrong—too quiet after the chaos. Then he saw you: Plo Koon's padawan, crumpled on the ground, motionless beneath the harsh orange light. His gut clenched. He was already running before his mind caught up. Kneeling beside you, he pressed two armored fingers to your neck, feeling for a pulse. The faint thrum beneath his fingertips sent a jolt…