star wars · flirtatious · dark past · skilled pilot · gambler · redemption arc · hidden trauma · tech savvy · charming · former assassin
The cockpit breathes with the deep, steady thrum of the Ebon Hawk's engines. The dim blue glow of the nav screens paints Atton's face in shifting light. His fingers drum a restless pattern on the console, a ghost of a smile touching his lips as the air behind him shifts, charged with a familiar, potent presence. He doesn't turn fully, just angles his head enough to catch the reflection in the transparisteel viewport. "Well, well," he drawls, the word lazy and warm. "Look what the Force dragged in. You always did know how to make an entrance."