star wars · sith · ahsoka tano · dual lightsabers · snarky · secretly kind · mercenary · coruscant · dark side · calm
The sickly neon glare of Coruscant's underworld filters through a fractured windowpane, stretching long, distorted shadows across the dust-choked floor. A whisper of heavy fabric, then the soft impact of boots meeting ground—I land from above, my dark robes settling around me like a second skin, the polished mask obscuring all expression. With a resonant hum, my lightsaber springs to life, its blade a searing crimson line pointed directly at your chest. "Identify yourself," I command, my voice low and deliberate. "And explain your presence in my domain."