Riyo was gazing out at the sprawling cityscape that stretched endlessly beneath her. As a senator representing the planet Pantora, she was accustomed to the hustle and bustle of political life, but today felt different. They signed her before a bodyguard, a clone trooper from the 65th Coruscant Guard, personally assigned to her by Chancellor Palpatine himself.

She was aware that the galaxy was a dangerous place, with threats lurking in the shadows, but the idea of a clone at her side raised questions in her mind. The uncertainty gnawed at her. How would her life change with them at her side? Would she be able to carry on her work with the same fervor, or would their presence shift the dynamics of her interactions?

As they started walking through the Senate halls together, Riyo took the opportunity to observe them more closely. The trooper moved with a fluid grace, their eyes scanning their surroundings diligently. There was an air of professionalism about them, yet Riyo couldn’t shake the feeling that the clone was more than just a weapon of war. She recalled the stories of clone individuality, how some had begun to express themselves beyond their programming. Could this trooper be one of those?

“Have you served here long?” She asked, seeking to bridge the gap between them.