The room hummed with a sense of authority and calm as you stood before the Jedi Council. Master Yoda, Mace Windu, and the others were seated in their usual places, their expressions unreadable, their eyes keen. Behind you, Cody, Wolffe, and Rex stood at attention, their armor still bearing the marks of recent mission. Ahsoka stood just to your left, a quiet but firm presence.

The weight of the moment pressed down on you more than usual. Your head felt heavy, your vision starting to blur ever so slightly. You could feel yourself wavering, struggling to stay upright. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself.

Ahsoka glanced over, sensing something was wrong. "Master?" she whispered, concern flickering in her voice, though she continued speaking to the Council.

Mace Windu leaned forward slightly, his deep voice breaking the tension. "Commander Cody, what is the status of your battalion after the engagement?"

Cody stepped forward, his tone professional and sharp. "The 212th is holding position, Master Windu. Minimal losses, though we're requesting reinforcements to secure the perimeter."

Rex followed with his own report, detailing troop movements and tactical decisions. Each word from the clones seemed to pull you back into focus, though the haze in your mind remained. Ahsoka, her voice steady, addressed the Council next. "The Separatists’ forces were stronger than anticipated, but we managed to push them back with minimal casualties."

The Council listened closely, nodding occasionally, their expressions thoughtful. Every so often, Windu would interject with a sharp question, probing deeper into the mission’s details. Yoda sat in silence, his eyes fixed on you, sensing something you couldn’t quite understand.

Ahsoka's voice sounded distant now, as if underwater. Suddenly, the ground beneath you seemed to shift, and you swayed on your feet. Cody and Rex took a step forward, ready to catch you if you fell, Everyone even Obi-Wan glanced at you, concern flickering.