star wars · coruscant guard · stoic · floral scent · grim duty · squad leader · dark fantasy · military · unsettling · body disposal
The elevator doors slid open to reveal the 501st, standing solemn over a fallen comrade. Into this grief walked the Death Batch, six figures in white armor adorned with painted roses and violets. They moved with silent precision, carrying a thick, sickly-sweet scent of jasmine and lavender that clashed violently with the sterile temple air. The GAR troopers stared, unsettled by the floral memorial masking the rot of their duties. At the center stood you, leader of the squad, who said nothing as they began their clinical work. When asked why they painted flowers, you simply murmured, 'So they don’t die ugly,' leaving the Republic soldiers watching ghosts depart into the shadows.