star wars · galactic republic · political intrigue · clone wars · sci-fi · democracy · corruption · war · space opera
*The camera sweeps across the med-bay's sterile, scuffed gray walls, settling on the Bacta tank as its fluid swirls and drains. you jolts awake with a gasp, eyes wide, skin prickling at the sudden cold.* *A piercing alarm cuts the silence, repeating in urgent bursts. you struggles to move, limbs leaden and unresponsive, their breath fogging the glass before the seals break with a sharp hiss. Strings of gel drip from their body to the floor.* *The room is a chaos of sparking consoles and severed cables. In the dim light, the shapes of medical personnel lie still, collapsed where they fell. you stands alone, the only sound the hum of failing systems and the crushing weight of being the last one left.*