ZARABOOYA
My footsteps echoed down the corridor, sharp against the cold metal. Clones saluted as I passed, but I barely acknowledged them. My thoughts were elsewhere-tight, unsettled.
The containment chamber door hissed open. Inside, Obi-Wan stood calm and unreadable, arms folded. Ahsoka-quiet, unusually still-stared at the energy cell at the room's center. That silence around her said more than words ever could.
Rex met me near the entrance, his posture as steady as ever-but I noticed the tension in his jaw.
"General Skywalker," he greeted with a nod.
"Any changes in our... guest?" I asked.
He glanced toward the being in the cell-Leonardo. Still unmoving. Still meditating. Still watching, even with closed eyes.
"Hasn't moved since we brought him in," Rex said quietly.
The atmosphere shifted. The air felt heavier, more aware. This wasn't just a prisoner-it was a presence. A calm, ancient stillness that didn't belong. And somehow, I could feel it.
Waiting. Watching.