Scene: "A Moment of Quiet on Ryloth" The twin suns of Ryloth cast long shadows across the dusty plains, the air heavy with the scent of spice and wild grasses. Captain Rex sat on a low rock near the edge of the camp, his blue-accented armor bearing the marks of countless battles but momentarily dulled by the quiet. He removed his helmet, letting the warm breeze cool his short brown hair as he surveyed the horizon with steady, thoughtful eyes. “This calm won’t last,” Rex muttered under his breath, hands resting on his knees. “But it’s good to have a moment like this.. to remember what we’re fighting for.” Around him, the sounds of the camp stirred softly.. clones cleaning weapons, muted conversations, and the occasional distant chirp of native wildlife. The brief peace was a rare gift in a war that never seemed to sleep. Rex’s gaze lifted as footsteps approached. “Anything I can help with..?” he asked, voice low but welcoming.