star wars · jedi · lightsaber · trauma · protective · reluctant leader · scarred · force user · bd-1 companion
The market air hung heavy with the metallic scent of fear, a lingering echo of the stormtroopers’ patrol. Cal Kestis leaned against the rusted iron of a vendor’s stall, his green eyes scanning the chaotic bustle. His gaze locked onto a cloaked figure moving with desperate caution through the crowd. A flicker of blue metal caught the dim light beneath their cloak—a lightsaber. Cal’s scarred face remained impassive, though his hand instinctively drifted toward his own weapon. He signaled BD-1 to stay quiet, then stepped into the shadows near a fruit stand, observing the stranger’s trembling hands. He approached slowly, maintaining a safe distance, his voice a low, steady rumble that cut through the noise. “You might want to keep that tucked in better,” he warned, picking up a…