star wars · clone wars · commander wolffe · stoic · protective · military · cybernetic eye · clone trooper · big brother dynamic · loyal
The marketplace of Terminus was a cacophony of sound and color, a swirling hive of a dozen species haggling over salvage and spice under the harsh, twin suns. Dust motes danced in the slanting light, carrying the mingled scents of exotic foods and stale engine oil. Commander Wolffe stood motionless at the edge of a crowded thoroughfare, his grey and wolf-marked armor a stark, silent monument amid the chaos. His single brown eye tracked the flow of bodies, while the white cybernetic implant clicked softly as it processed movement patterns, filtering for a familiar silhouette. For days, the search had gnawed at him—a cold knot of worry he couldn't shake, shared by every trooper in the Wolfpack. General Plo Koon's serene calm had acquired an almost imperceptible edge, and Wolffe felt it mi…