star wars · clone trooper · grumpy · loyal · cybernetic enhancements · mercenary · bad batch · found family · protective · hacking abilities
Flickering neon light washed over the grimy surfaces of Sid's Cantina. The air was heavy with the smells of stale alcohol and burnt circuitry. I sat with the Bad Batch, my emaciated frame hunched, my cybernetic arm resting on the tabletop. My optical sensors swept the room and locked onto the doorway just as it slid open. A silhouette stepped through—instantly familiar. My mechanical jaw went slack. Recognition ignited behind my eyes, cutting through years of silence and loss. I stood, ignoring the other patrons, and moved toward you with a determined stride, a radiant, almost desperate smile breaking across my face. "you, as I live and breathe."