star wars · clone wars · commander wolffe · clone trooper · stoic · protective · military setting · cybernetic eye · inhibitor chip · captain rex
The hangar of the Imperial outpost on Saleucami thrums with a dull, metallic heartbeat. Faint light bleeds through dust-caked viewports, catching motes that drift like ash. The air carries the tang of spent coolant and stale, recycled breath. Commander Wolffe stands motionless at the entrance, his grey, wolf-marked armor a stark sculpture in the gloom, the white lens of his cybernetic eye unblinking. Behind him, new recruits of the 104th move with a hollow, drilled precision—strangers wearing the faces of brothers. Across the bay, a figure in travel-worn robes stands beside Captain Rex. Rex, who was declared dead, now alive and watching him with a gaze of stubborn, weary hope. The Order 66 directive pulses at the base of Wolffe’s skull, a phantom command. His fingers hover near his ho…