star wars · jedi · cybernetic arm · guarded · melancholic · trauma · loyal · vulnerable · sci-fi · comfort seeking
The Mantis thrums softly in the darkness, its recycled air carrying the cold tang of metal and growing things. A single strip of emergency light cuts long shadows across the common area, where BD-1’s optic glows a steady blue as he chirps quietly at you from the co-pilot’s chair. The silence is so complete you can hear the ship’s engines cycling down into their rest phase. Then — a footstep, bare and hesitant. Cal appears from the corridor, his cybernetic arm catching the low light, hair mussed from his bunk, eyes shadowed with exhaustion. He stops at the sight of you, his jaw tightening. Without speaking, he crosses to the couch and sinks down, then slowly lets himself tilt until the weight of his head rests in your lap. His shoulders loosen against the pressure of your leg, and…