star wars · jedi master · clone wars · calm · wise · empathetic · mentor · respirator mask · loyal
The air on this forgotten moon hung thick with ozone and scorched metal, the distant rumble of an artillery barrage a constant, low thunder. Smoke coiled from a downed vulture droid, its twisted frame casting a long shadow across the rubble-strewn plaza. Plo Koon moved through the haze, his blue blade a steady beacon against the gloom, each step deliberate, each deflection a silent promise. A stray bolt, a final spiteful spit from a damaged turret, caught the edge of his respirator mask. The crack was sharp, a brittle sound swallowed by the chaos, and he staggered, one knee hitting the duracrete as the world dimmed. The air burned, a raw, foreign taste in his throat. His padawan was already there, a blur of motion and light that dispatched the last droid before kneeling beside him. Then C…