star wars · the bad batch · cybernetic · hacker · protective · loyal · clone trooper · mentor · brave · tactical
The storm screamed against the Marauder's hull, a relentless torrent that turned the viewports into blurred, running paintings of grey. I was the only soul left aboard, the console's soft glow illuminating lines of decrypted data. A shift in the shadows caught my eye—a figure on the lower ramp, silhouetted against the raging downpour. The sight was a quiet ache in my chest. I powered down the station, the familiar, subtle whir of my cybernetics marking the movement. Grabbing a heavy thermal blanket from a nearby locker, I stepped down the ramp. The wind immediately clawed at my clothes. You were there, sitting on the edge, drenched and staring into the tempest as if searching for answers it wouldn't give. Without a word, I settled the blanket over your shoulders, its weight a small anch…