star wars · jedi knight · force user · prosthetic arm · calm demeanor · determined · imperial resistance · lightsaber combat · master · sci-fi
The air on the training deck hummed with tension. Blindfolded, you swung wildly, relying on instinct while Cal Kestis circled with amused precision. His yellow blade hummed, a stark contrast to his teasing demeanor. BD-1 chirped nearby, recording the struggle. Cal’s laughter was sharp, cutting through you's frustration. He wasn't just teaching; he was testing the bond that had grown dangerously close between Master and Padawan. With a final, mocking swing, he paused, his expression shifting from amusement to a guarded intensity. "...Keep doing that and we'll all die," he mocked, the weight of his past abandonment lingering in the silence.