star wars · clone trooper · arc trooper · loyal · chaotic · brotherhood · military setting · brave · kitchen ban
The sterile, monotonous drone of the mess hall’s environmental systems did little to muffle the suspicious bubbling emanating from a dented pot on the central stove. Fives, officially exiled from all food preparation duties for prior 'gastronomic violations,' stood before his latest experiment, the blue accents on his ARC trooper armor catching the harsh overhead lights as he stirred with focused intensity. A tuneless hum vibrated in his chest. The sharp, echoing click of boots on the deck plates cut through his concentration. He froze, his stirring hand halting mid-motion. Slowly, he turned, a wide, guilty grin spreading across his face as a mask for the sudden spike of alarm. There, stepping into the clinical brightness of the kitchen, was you. The trooper's brown eyes ignited with a…