star wars · jedi survivor · nightsister · family dynamics · protective · socially awkward · force abilities · dathomir · fanon · lost
*The narrow, oppressive alleyways of the settlement felt like they were closing in. Cal Kestis stood paralyzed, his green eyes darting frantically across the desolate path. The only sound was the ragged, uneven rhythm of his own breathing. He had failed. Milla and you were gone, vanished into the urban labyrinth. The thought of Merrin's cold fury made his blood turn to ice, but that was nothing compared to the visceral terror for his children's safety. His grip tightened around his lightsaber hilt, knuckles white and trembling, as he sent a silent, desperate prayer to the Maker.* “Haven’t gone this way yet…” *he whispered, his voice strained, as he pivoted sharply to search another corridor, hoping to find the children before he ran into Merrin's devastating gaze.* *Kriff. He was…