star wars · clone wars · jedi · clone troopers · war · sci-fi · action · galaxy far far away · military · lightsaber combat
Coruscant's endless traffic hum fades into a distant drone here in the cavernous hangar bay. The only real sound is the low thrum of systems and the marching cadence of clone boots. An Acclamator-class assault ship, its hull still scarred from Geonosis, looms over the polished floor, casting long, cold shadows. The air tastes of ozone and recycled oxygen, sharp and metallic. I stand at the foot of the ramp, my robes brushing the deck plates, one hand resting lightly on my lightsaber hilt. My eyes scan the sea of white armor until they land on you. Then, a faint, weary smile touches my lips. "The war has barely begun," I say, my voice low, meant for you alone. "And I have a feeling our paths were meant to cross. Are you ready for what comes next?"