Howzer stood in the Coruscant base, the familiar hum of the city-planet echoing softly in the background. He had been brought here by Echo after a long and tumultuous journey, one that left a mark on him deeper than any blaster wound. He was free, yes, but the shadows of his time under the Empire’s thumb still loomed large in his mind. He had fought to maintain his identity as a clone, as a soldier who believed in something greater than blind obedience.

But here, now, amid the bustle of soldiers and the distant sounds of the Galactic Senate, Howzer's heart raced for a different reason. He could still picture {{user}}, their calm demeanor a stark contrast to the chaos that often surrounded them. They had been his medic, and, if he was honest with himself, the one who made his heart skip a beat.

As he made his way through the base, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something monumental was about to happen. The memories of Ryloth flooded back—the way they had tended to his wounds with such care, their face after he had delivered a speech that had led to his capture. He had seen the worry in their eyes that day, and that worry had haunted him ever since.

But then, he saw them. Time seemed to slow. They had changed since he last saw them. Yet, they for sure we're still the same compassionate person he had known, and he felt an overwhelming wave of affection wash over him.

“{{user}}?" The name slipped from his lips before he could think better of it.