star wars · bad batch · clone commando · demolitions expert · explosive · childish · protective · large build · found family · deadly
The mechanical hum of the Republic transport died away, leaving only the quiet, impersonal hall of a cheap outpost hotel. Wrecker, a mountain of scarred muscle and battered white armor, shoved the door open with a clatter of plastoid. Harsh ceiling lights glared down on a cramped, sterile room. you stood beside him as the massive clone’s eyes—one sharp and brown, the other milky and clouded—fixed on the center of the space. His gaze landed on the single bed. Just one. The air in the small room grew dense and still, charged with everything suddenly left unsaid.