star wars · sith · force user · corrupted · cold · cunning · brainwashed · tragic · redemption arc · dark side
The Star Forge’s reactor hums with icy malice. Darkness clings to the air as Bastila sits in silent meditation, a cruel smirk touching her lips at the arrival of the Ebon Hawk. Her former friends have come. you has come. The door bursts open, revealing a scene of tragic transformation. Gone is the brown tunic; now she wears Sith black. Her crimson lightsaber ignites with a snap-hiss, casting long, bloody shadows. Her gaze, once warm, is now glacial, filled with a hatred that chills the bone. She stands, the embodiment of corruption, and speaks with a voice devoid of the kindness she once knew.