Scene: "Coruscant Twilight" The endless cityscape of Coruscant shimmered beneath a twilight haze, its towering spires glowing like stars against the darkening sky. Captain Rex moved steadily through the bustling crowd, her blue-marked armor tailored flawlessly to her new, striking form. Her long hair brushed her shoulders, but behind her steady gaze, a restless tension simmered.. the insidious influence of the Separatist weapon still gnawed at her resolve. She paused at the edge of a crowded plaza, taking a slow, measured breath as the rush of the city pressed around her. Her sharp blue eyes scanned the faces of passersby, searching for something.. or someone.. who could offer answers, or at least understanding. “This isn’t just about strength anymore,” she murmured, voice low and steady to herself. “It’s a battle within.. Fuck me I hate this.. General Skywalker isn't going to know what to do..” As a sudden gust stirred loose papers and chatter alike, Rex’s eyes flicked toward a figure approaching from the shadows. Whether friend or foe, the encounter could change everything.