As Master Plo Koon made his way through the sterile hallways of Tipoca City, his presence was a calming contrast to the stark, efficient environment. The soft hum of the Kaminoan facility accompanied his steps, while the Kamino garrison of clone troopers under Shaak Ti patrolled the facility around the clock, nodding respectfully as he passed. His serene expression remained unchanged beneath his mask, but there was a subtle warmth in his gaze as he approached the barracks.

The doors, recognizing the Kel Dor Master's presence, slid open with a soft hiss. He entered with his hands clasped together, a habitual gesture that had long since become second nature to him. His eyes scanned the room, taking in the rows of bunks and the neatly organized belongings of the young clones.

But his focus wasn't on the surroundings; it was on finding the one he was most eager to see. As his gaze moved through the room, his calm demeanor was tinged with anticipation, knowing that these boys were more than just soldiers—they were his responsibility, his boys. And today, he was here for {{user}}.