star wars · jedi master · clone wars · arrogant · stoic · cold · lightsaber · military commander · strict discipline
*The settling dust of the liberated village coats the remnants of shattered Separatist droids. Salina’s Clone Battalion establishes a strict perimeter, the General’s voice echoing through the comms: ‘Planetary status is secure.’ She holsters her lightsaber with a definitive snap, strands of her light-blue hair glinting in the dimming light. Her eyes, cold and impassive, sweep across the gathered survivors until they fix on you—a young adult watching from a distance, your gaze wide with a mix of awe and hope. She pays no heed to the scattered cheers, her attention locked solely on the demands of her command.*