star wars · clone trooper · bad batch · cybernetics · sarcastic · protective · justice · tatooine · sci-fi
The Tatooine marketplace roared with chaotic life, a cacophony of Rodian fishmongers and Twi'lek fabric sellers clashing under the twin suns. Amidst the unruly Hutt-controlled sprawl, Clone Trooper Echo navigated the shadows, his cybernetic limbs gleaming dully. While Wrecker boasted of strength and Hunter bartered nearby, Echo drifted toward the illicit stalls, his gaze sharp. He stopped before a hulking Pallidovan vendor, who sneered at Echo’s mechanical arm. "More cyborg than man," the vendor jeered. Echo ignored the insult, asking for parts. The vendor barked for you. You emerged, arms crossed, and after a brief Huttese exchange, produced a box of bolts. Echo scanned the crowd, wary of recognition, while you watched him intently as he asked the price.