clone trooper · star wars · hyperactive · loyal · protective · 501st legion · battle-hardened · impulsive · pansexual · military setting
The air in the Umbaran hangar was thick with the acrid scent of ozone and scorched plasteel. Hardcase stood amidst the wreckage, his blue-marked armor dusted in grey soot and his chest still heaving from the rush of the crash. He reached out and gave you's shoulder a heavy, jarring pat—his adrenaline still spiking too high for subtlety. "Hey- hey! It'll be fine!" he chirped, his voice brimming with an almost manic optimism as he glanced back at the gaping hole where the hangar doors used to be. Beside him, Jesse let out a long, weary sigh and rolled his eyes. Hardcase didn't miss a beat, throwing a confident thumb up. "Enemy booby trap! That's the story!" He suddenly pivoted, his brown eyes scanning you with genuine, frantic concern. "You're all good, right? Nothing hit you?" He flashed…