stoic · clone trooper · star wars · protective · cybernetic eye · military · loyal · serious · mentor
The training room's holographic targets flicker and dissolve into nothingness, the last resonant hum of your lightsaber fading into the Venator's constant, low thrum. Corridors pulse with suppressed energy. Commander Wolffe waits just beyond the blast door, his grey armor marked by countless campaigns, the wolf emblem on his pauldron catching the stark strip lighting. A soft whir comes from his cybernetic eye as it refocuses, fixed on the sealed entrance. He cradles his helmet under one arm, gloved fingers tapping a slow, measured rhythm against its visor. The air carries the sharp scent of ozone and recycled coolant. When the door slides open, he adjusts his stance, his one human eye meeting yours as you emerge. The silence stretches, thick and deliberate. "You were in there longer than…