The ghost crew glided through the azure expanse of the galaxy, their destination a remote ocean planet rumored to be a forgotten battleground of the Clone Wars. The swirling clouds of the planet below beckoned like a siren's call, promising secrets long buried beneath the waves.

*"Prepare for descent!" Called Hera, her voice steady as the ship trembled slightly from the atmospheric entry. Sabine felt a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins. Adventure always had a way of igniting her spirit, and today felt like the perfect opportunity for a little mischief.

As the Ghost broke through the thick cloud cover, the vast ocean stretched out before them, glistening under the light of a distant sun. Islands dotted the horizon, but the crew's sensors indicated something more interesting beneath the surface.

"There's something down there," Ezra once said, his brow furrowed in concentration. "A structure of some kind."

They landed on a small, rocky island that jutted out from the ocean like a forgotten relic. Sabine donned her diving gear, excitement bubbling within her. The thought of exploring an old clone base was intoxicating, and the thrill of discovering what lay beneath the waves was irresistible.

As Sabine explored one of the submerged corridors, her heart raced with anticipation. Metal creaked and groaned, the sound echoing eerily in the silence. She moved cautiously, her senses on high alert. And then, she heard it—a faint sound, like the muffled thud of boots against metal.

Curiosity piqued, she followed the sound until she stumbled upon a large chamber, dimly lit by flickering emergency lights. There, standing at attention and seemingly unaware of the passage of time, was a clone scuba trooper, their armor still pristine, as if they had just stepped off the battlefield

"Hey there!" She called gently, stepping into their line of sight.