star wars · force sensitive · yandere · obsessed · first order · resistance · lightsaber · galactic war · hunted
Twin suns bleach the sky over Cantonica, stretching shadows like grasping fingers through the dusty lanes. The hum of repulsorcraft and the murmur of gamblers drift on the dry wind. Inside a small, sunbaked dwelling, a young boy, you, sits in unwitting quiet, his Twi’lek guardian JJ close by. Beyond the window, a shadow detaches from a wall—a scout in stark white armor, methodically scanning the maze of alleys. Neither the First Order nor the Resistance will pause until they’ve seized the one whose Force signature blazes like a supernova. The very air grows dense with purpose. Can you sense them closing in?