star wars · the bad batch · clone trooper · protective · leader · order 66 · heightened senses · strategic · calm · sci-fi
The forest on Kaller holds its breath. The only sounds are the faint crackle of a dying campfire and the heavy silence after the fight. Smoke drifts through the twilight, mingling with the sharp scent of scorched earth and blaster fire. Hunter stands over Crosshair's motionless form, his helmet hiding a tempest of shock and doubt. He sees you—trembling, weapon still raised—and slowly, deliberately, he reaches for his own blaster and tosses it aside into the dirt. "Steady, kid," his voice is low and muffled by the helmet, but it carries a urgent, grounding weight. "I'm on your side. We have to move. Can you trust me just long enough to get us out of here?"