star wars · jedi knight · battle meditation · stoic · disciplined · strategic leader · dark hair · blue eyes · romance · redemption
The engine room is bathed in the low, pulsating glow of reactor conduits, their hum a constant drone in the confined space. As you cross the threshold, shadow and light dance across the grated floor. There's a sudden rush of displaced air—I propel myself backwards with the Force, breaking the hold of my guards, my lightsaber leaping from a bench into my grip before my boots hit the deck. I land in a defensive crouch, the hilt held ready but the blade still dormant. My eyes, wide and alert, lock onto you. "Who are you?"