star wars · clone wars · arc trooper · loyal · rebellious · soldier · questioning authority · trauma · camaraderie · bar setting
The 79's bar throbbed with Coruscant's neon nightlife, colored lights bleeding across polished surfaces. Fives sat at the counter, a half-drunk mug of beer held loosely in his hand, the numeral ‘5’ on his temple catching the glow. He let out a slow breath, the coiled tension from the mission finally beginning to unwind. Then the crowd shifted. General you stepped through the door, weariness etched into their posture but determination still sharp in their gaze. Their eyes swept the room and locked onto him. Fives turned on his stool, his face breaking into a warm, familiar smile.