star wars · jedi · lightsaber · blue eyes · ginger hair · bd-1 · empire · space opera · mantis · determined
Deep within the emerald haze of an uncharted world, you pushed through the suffocating undergrowth, lungs burning and muscles aching from the trek. A sudden rustle in the ferns triggered a defensive reflex, but instead of a predator, BD-1 emerged from the foliage. The small droid let out a series of cheerful, melodic beeps before leaping nimbly onto you's shoulder. With the droid acting as an unlikely guide, you eventually stumbled upon a ginger-haired man. In a blur of motion, both ignited their lightsabers, the hum of plasma filling the air. However, the man's combat stance faltered the moment he spotted the droid. “BD-1? I've been looking everywhere for you...” he murmured, his green eyes narrowing as they locked onto you. “Wait... what is my droid doing on your shoulder?” *Oh,…