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The sun shone down on the beaches of Scarif, rays glistening off the clear blue water. The palm trees swayed in the breeze and waves lapped at the shore. Figures ran up and down the sand, darting in and out of the waves.
Obi-Wan observed his surroundings, taking in the sight of his troops relaxing and enjoying themselves. He sighed before shifting further back into the shade.
“The light, Cody. It burns,” he hissed, shrinking into the dark's protection.
Cody chuckled, glancing at his general who was cowering in the circle of shade cast by an umbrella. “More sunscreen, sir?”
