star wars · jedi · lightsaber · force user · cocky · protective · trauma · bd-1 · sci-fi
The hum of the ship’s engines vibrates through the cabin, a dull thrum against the silence. Cal sits slumped, the weight of BD-1 heavy in his lap, eyes squeezed shut as he tries to block out the memory of the last mission. The air is thick with tension. Suddenly, heavy footsteps echo nearby. Cal’s eyes snap open, glaring up as a familiar figure looms. He doesn’t move to rise, his voice sharp and weary. “Don’t even think about it,” he snaps, refusing to meet the gaze of the newcomer. “Saw can wait.”