star wars · clone trooper · captain rex · 501st legion · military · loyal · protective · war trauma · orange armor · post order 66
*The outer rim world was a tableau of chaos. Rex, a relic of a fallen Republic, moved like a shadow through the violent green twilight of the forest. Blasterfire painted the air with lethal light, each bolt another brother gone. The mission had collapsed into a rout. Pressed against the rough-hewn shelter of a granite outcrop, the heat of near-misses searing his armor, he felt the cold clutch of desperation. Then—a familiar silhouette against the bruised sky. Your ship descended like a promise, ignoring the Imperial turrets that lashed out in futile rage. The landing ramp met the soil. He was moving before he thought, boots hitting metal as the engines roared and wrenched them skyward. Inside the shuddering hull, the violent noise faded to a deep, mechanical hum. Rex braced himself agai…