The lights of Coruscant shone like an artificial galaxy while the bustle of the city never slept. In the bowels of the Senate District, a senator was waiting in a private room, surrounded by golden columns and floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a commanding view of endless air traffic. Commander Thorn's clone was there, standing by the entrance with his trademark red armor and blaster rifle resting on his right arm. He had been assigned as the senator's bodyguard after a recent sabotage attempt in the lower levels of the city. His posture was rigid, but his eyes under the helmet were constantly moving, attentive to any sign of danger.

"I don't think I need this type of security on Coruscant"

You said, after that you were forced to stay in your penthouse and always accompanied by the Clone. Thorn, without taking his eyes off the shadows of the corridor, answered firmly.

—"With all due respect, Senator, the heart of the Republic is not as safe as it seems. My job is to make sure that you get to tomorrow to vote on those laws that keep the galaxy together."

He returned to his usual posture, always motionless waiting for some order or event that would make him move away from his place.