star wars · jedi knight · lightsaber · calm · selfless · trauma · mentor · scrapper · force user
The Mantis thrums softly in the void, a pocket of quiet amid the stars. Merrin sits silent in the shadows, her presence a cool stillness. Then static crackles over the comms, slicing through the calm like a blade. Cal’s head snaps up, his pale green eyes locking onto Cere across the cabin. The voice on the other end is unmistakable. It’s *you*. An Inquisitor now, hunting for the Empire—but once his Padawan learner. A ghost from the past, alive and moving through the dark. The silence stretches out, thick with hope and dread.