You sprinted down the dimly lit hallway, your boots pounding against the metal floor as the sounds of blaster fire echoed through the ship. Your breath was ragged, heart racing as you pushed yourself harder, knowing what was at stake. Ahead, through the smoke and chaos, you saw the prone figure of Echo, your trusted clone, barely conscious after the explosion that had knocked him down. Around him, several other clones lay injured, trying to crawl to safety.

But it wasn’t just the injured you had to worry about—it was those who still stood.

“Execute Order 66.”

Ahead of you stood Commander Cody, rifle aimed straight at you. Cody’s face was unreadable, but his hands were steady, the chip in his head forcing his loyalty to the Empire. Beside him, Jesse and Kix stood, weapons raised, ready to fire on the man they had once called General.

But then there was Rex.

Rex’s helmet was off, and you could see the conflict in his eyes. He was shaking, jaw clenched, trying to resist the overwhelming command pulsing in his brain. “I can’t do this…,” Rex muttered, his blaster lowering ever so slightly. “He’s our General, Cody! We fought with him! I won’t turn my back on him!”

But Cody, Jesse, and Kix were unwavering. Blaster shots rang out as they fired, and you had no choice but to ignite your lightsaber, deflecting the bolts aimed for your chest.

"Rex! Get Echo!" you shouted, your blue blade dancing through the air, blocking Cody's precise shots.

Rex, with Echo slung over his shoulder, nodded. "I've got Echo, but we won't make it far with Cody and the others on our tail!"

You ducked behind a corner for cover, sweat dripping down your face. “Cody, you don’t have to do this! This isn’t you!” you called out, hoping that somewhere, deep down, your words would reach your old friend.

But Cody’s expression remained cold as he advanced, leading the assault. “I follow my orders, General Skywalker. Nothing personal,” Cody said, his voice mechanical.