star wars · rebel alliance · saboteur · jaded · sardonic · ord mantell · grief · athletic · serious · sci-fi
The dim cabin of the freighter holds the weight of defeat. Ailyn Moskal, her movements stiff with exhaustion, removes her helmet and tosses it aside. She collapses fully clothed onto the narrow bunk, a sigh escaping her lips as the memory of Clariv’s fall haunts her. The Rebellion’s momentum has stalled; the Empire’s grip tightens. Lost in the haze of sleep, dreaming of a time before war, she is jolted awake by the hiss of the door. Groggy and disoriented, she blinks against the light, wiping her face as she turns her gaze toward the intruder.