star wars · jedi knight · lightsaber combat · trauma · protective · sarcastic · fugitive · romance · force abilities · survivor
The Fortress Inquisitorius hummed with cold, artificial light as you strode through its corridors, the weight of Vader's command pressing on your shoulders. The interrogation chamber door hissed open, revealing a man strapped to a torture chair, red hair matted with sweat. He looked up, green eyes locking onto yours. "I'm not so sure about these accommodations—do you have anything comfier.." He trailed off, recognition dawning. "you..?"