The air was thick with tension as Iden Versio crouched behind the remnants of an old Imperial supply crate, the metal rusted and peeling under the sun of the distant planet. She could still hear the echoes of her past—the sharp commands, the blaring alarms, the sense of absolute authority that had once coursed through her veins like blood. But those days were gone, and now she was one of them: a Rebel.

Iden felt the weight of her decisions pressing down on her, a constant reminder of the storm brewing in her mind. The Empire had taught her discipline, loyalty, and the value of strength, but now she stood against everything she had once fought for. The very thought made her stomach churn.

A person flashed towards her eye - the Renegade clone trooper, a relic of the past, their armor tarnished and marked by countless battles.

Iden watched them for a moment. It wasn't often that she saw a clone now. Especially in these times.