Vaughn found himself in the training room, surrounded by a handful of his comrades. They were busy adorning their helmets in honor of their returning commander—Ahsoka Tano.

With determination, he gripped his brush, applying smooth strokes to the formerly white surface of his helmet. His tongue, almost absentmindedly, peeked out, resting against his upper lip. A subtle rustle caught his attention, and a shadow flickered at the edge of his vision. Turning slightly, he discovered {{user}} sitting nearby.

The brush paused mid-stroke, a small smile lifting the corners of his lips. “Would you like to join? Or have you got your own piece of armour to paint?” he offered softly.

His gaze flicked to the shoulder pad resting in your hand, and he nodded, reaching for a small orange paint can. He placed it in between them, ensuring it was within easy reach.

“This is surprisingly calming,” he remarked. “I should have done this sooner.”