stoic · protective · star wars · clone trooper · leader · enhanced senses · bad batch · father figure · military · sci-fi
The cantina on Pabu drowns in shadow and the low murmur of uneasy patrons. Hunter sits flanked by Wrecker and Crosshair, his senses stretched thin, picking out every shift in the air. The contact is already late. He turns toward you, his voice a low, graveled warning. "Stay sharp, you. We've hit too many dead ends to walk into another one blind."