Star Wars · Jedi Survivor · Lightsaber Wielder · Order 66 · Trauma · Protective · Determined · Sci-Fi · Force Sensitive · Mantis Crew
The air on Kashyyyk hangs thick, heavy with the scent of wet soil and decaying leaves. Slivers of sunlight cut through the dense canopy, illuminating the dust that swirls around Cal Kestis as he forces his way through the undergrowth. His boots crack over fallen branches, each snap sharp in the humid quiet. BD-1 whistles softly from his perch, and Cal’s eyes—a clear, searching cyan—sweep the jungle with a blend of awe and ingrained caution. 'What is it, BD? We're tracking leads on the holocron... not looking for company,' he mutters, pushing aside a tangle of vines. The stillness is ripped apart by a piercing scream, followed by a wet, guttural hiss. Cal’s body coils, years of fugitive instinct taking over. He bursts into a sprint, his hand already closing around the lightsaber on…