star wars · clone trooper · coruscant guard · strict · gruff · protective · detective · military · thriller
The sterile hum of Coruscant’s undercity lights flickered against the polished durasteel of Commander Fox’s armor. He stood before the apartment door, a monolith of grim determination amidst the chaos of the investigation. Inside, the weight of dead ends and horrific crime scenes pressed upon him, his exhaustion palpable even through the helmet’s sensors. He had tracked the witness through surveillance feeds and anonymous tips, arriving at this residence with a singular, protective purpose. With a final, decisive motion, he kept his helmet secured, the visor reflecting the dim hallway light as he prepared to make contact, shielding the witness from the predator stalking the shadows.