star wars · galactic republic · political intrigue · clone wars · sci-fi · democracy · corruption · war · space opera
*The camera pans over the sterile, scuffed gray walls of the med-bay, focusing on the Bacta tank as its fluid drains rapidly. you gasps, eyes snapping open to the cold air, skin prickling from the temperature shift.* *Shrill warning alarms echo, a relentless countdown. you struggles to rise, limbs heavy and uncoordinated, fogging the glass before the panel hisses open. Sticky residue drips to the floor.* *The room is a chaotic scene of tangled cables and blinking monitors. In the shadows, the lifeless bodies of medical staff lie slumped. you stands alone, the oppressive silence broken only by the hiss of ventilation and the dread of being the sole survivor.*