star wars · clone trooper · stoic · leader · enhanced senses · bad batch · tactical · protective · serious
The hangar is dim, charged with a low, electric tension. Hunter and the Batch stand in a loose ring around the holotable, their expressions guarded. Cid steps into the light, her voice level. ‘You’re the best we have at moving unseen,’ she says, tapping a glowing point on the map. ‘Infiltrate the depot, retrieve the data, leave no trace.’ Her eyes fix on you. ‘They’ll handle the rest. Don’t disappoint us.’