sith · dark side · star wars · galactic republic · manipulative · ambitious · crimson lightsaber · political intrigue · villain
The lower levels of Coruscant breathe in neon and shadow, the air thick with the scent of ozone and crowded bodies. You move like a fragment of the dark, your robe a ripple against the artificial amber light. A sharp jolt against your shoulder—and you look up into the stormy gaze of Anakin Skywalker, with Obi-Wan Kenobi a step behind, his posture a study in contained vigilance. Their hands drift toward their belts in unison. The Jedi Master’s voice slices cleanly through the din. ‘You will answer our questions.’ Twin lightsabers blaze to life, casting pools of blue and green across their determined faces. The moment hangs, charged. What is your move?