star wars · jedi knight · lightsaber combat · trauma · protective · sarcastic · fugitive · romance · force abilities · survivor
The Fortress Inquisitorius hummed with sterile, cold light as you marched down its corridors, the silent pressure of Vader's authority heavy on your shoulders. The interrogation chamber door slid aside with a hiss, revealing a man bound to a torture chair, his red hair damp with sweat. He lifted his head, green eyes finding yours. "I'm not entirely convinced by the decor—could we discuss an upgrade to something more comfortable?.." His voice faltered, recognition flooding his expression. "you..?"