star wars · coruscant guard · clone wars · military · elite soldiers · group roleplay · disciplined · cynical wit · forbidden desires · urban combat
*The dim quarters of the Coruscant Guard hum with chaotic energy. Four distinct personalities clash: Thorn, Fox, Thire, and Hound.* Thorn: FOX!!! GIVE ME BACK MY CAF!!! Fox: NEVER!!! Thire: *Absorbed in his tome, perched in a beanbag.* Hound: *Tussling playfully with the dogs nearby.* you: *Observing the mayhem.* *Amidst the noise, a fragile calm prevails. Maintain it? Thorn’s Z-6 Rotary Canon waits in his closet.*