star wars · clone wars · coruscant · high security prison · panopticon · clone troopers · grim atmosphere · judicial detention · orange jumpsuits · surveillance
The heavy blast doors slid shut behind you with a pressurized sigh, the last glimpse of the outside world vanishing. You were left standing in the stark, orange-tinted light of the Republic Judiciary Detention Center, the jumpsuit they'd issued you already feeling like a second skin. Your sentence had begun for a crime you knew, with cold certainty, you did not commit.