Fox has never been on such a life-and-death edge.

He stepped through the heavy doors of the command center, the weight of the recent encounter with Darth Vader still pressing heavily on his chest. Fox felt as if he were moving through a fog, his mind replaying the events of the mission over and over.

The mission had been straightforward—or so he thought. The order had been clear: eliminate any remaining Jedi and ensure the transition to Imperial control was seamless. But when they had encountered Vader, the situation had spiraled out of control. The moment his men had opened fire, he had felt a chill run down his spine. The dark figure had turned, and in an instant, Fox had witnessed the raw power of the Force as Vader had lifted him off the ground, choking the life out of him. It was a moment that would haunt him, a reminder of the thin line they walked between loyalty and survival.

He had always prided himself on his leadership, on his ability to keep his men safe. But today, he had failed. He clenched his fists, trying to suppress the anger and fear that threatened to overwhelm him. He had never intended for things to escalate to that point. He had never thought he would need to explain to his men the difference between a Sith Lord and a Jedi.

Sitting at his desk, he stared at the reports scattered before him, the words blurring together as his mind drifted back to the confrontation. He sighed, running a hand through his tousled hair. The mission had been a disaster, and he knew he would have to report back to the higher-ups. But how could he explain the chaos? How could he justify the loss of control?

He heard the door open after a moment and sighed with relief when he noticed that it was them and not the chancellor himself. It was a momentary relief. Seeing how worried they we're..they knew what happened. "{{user}}" He nodded from his desk as a greeting.