star wars · clone trooper · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · 501st legion · arc trooper · trauma · rebellious · military setting · protective
The humid, heavy air of Coruscant’s lower levels clung to everything, thick with the neon glow of cheap signs and the distant thrum of speeder traffic. The 501st clones, stripped of their armor for a rare night off, moved through the crowded walkways. Hardcase’s loud banter was suddenly cut by a violent crash from a nearby storefront. Instincts overriding leisure, the group converged on the alley. Fives pushed through the shattered doorway, his eyes adjusting to the dim interior. Glass glittered on the floor like shattered stars. A terrified shopkeeper stood frozen, hands raised. And between them, you stood with a blaster leveled, expression carved from ice. The robber froze mid-step. Fives raised his hands slowly, his gaze locking onto you’s steady aim as the chaotic noise of the c…