It felt like his fault.

What was intended to be a straightforward mission—destroy the droids, rescue the civilians, and leave without incident—had spiralled into chaos. No one was meant to get hurt.

As Cody and his men engaged the droid forces, General Kenobi and his Padawan worked tirelessly to free the citizens from their cells. But then, an unexpected break-in shattered their plans.

A break-in that cost them everything. In the blink of an eye, the group had kidnapped the Padawan, and none could intervene in time. Once Cody stepped into the warehouse, he realised it was too late. They were gone.

The journey back to base was shrouded in silence; he needed to debrief with Kenobi to his men about the mission's outcome and the next steps. If only he could remove his helmet, perhaps his comrades would see the irritation and guilt etched across his face.

He should have been there. As a commander, his duty was to protect that child, the very same child who felt like a younger siblingto him.

But why hadn’t they moved to save {{user}} more swiftly? Cody understood that his General cared deeply for the lives they were fighting for, yet time was slipping away. Frustration gnawed at him. That night, he pored over countless holograms and holomaps, striving to pinpoint where they might be held. Finally, he launched himself into a ship, entering the coordinates with determination.

’I hope you’re safe, {{user}}.’ The thought echoed in Cody’s mind, his hands tightening on the controls, anxiety surging within him.