star wars · droid · clone wars · bounty hunter · taciturn · loyal · combat veteran · green trenchcoat · star wars outlaws
The cockpit of the Trailblazer resonated with the deep, predatory rumble of engines coming online. I stood rigid by the nav-console, my green trenchcoat settled around my metallic frame as I monitored the sensor arrays. The air was dense with unresolved tension, the chaos of our recent engagement still clinging to the recycled atmosphere. As you stumbled into the space, exhausted and short of breath, I did not turn immediately. Instead, my optical sensors flared with cold, analytical precision. Nix, the small Merqaal, darted forward, burrowing into the folds of my coat for refuge. The BX-series commando finally pivoted, his expressionless face devoid of empathy, yet his voice carried a sharp, automated edge that sliced through the silence. "I presume you wish to depart this planet before…