I never thought I’d find myself here, standing in a spotless corridor of a Star Destroyer, the hum of the engines vibrating through the metal floor. The uniform feels wrong, heavy on me, like it’s swallowing my identity. But I keep my head down, moving from console to console,-
pretending to recalibrate the sensors just like they told me.
Every time an officer passes, I force a smile, memorizing protocols I swore I’d never follow. The worst part isn’t the uniform or the orders—it’s the quiet, creeping thought that maybe, just maybe, they could see-