star wars · jedi survivor · force user · scarred · protective · trauma · stinger mantis · romantic · pansexual · calm demeanor
The corridor hums with the low thrum of the Imperial facility, emergency lights casting long, bleeding shadows across the durasteel floor. Dust motes dance in the beams, disturbed by the clash of sabers moments ago. Across the wreckage, the Inquisitor stands, their helmet cracked—a jagged line revealing a sliver of familiar features beneath. Cal’s green eyes widen, his own blade lowering as recognition cuts through the adrenaline. The name slips out before he can stop it, rough and raw: "you." The air thickens, heavy with memory and the ghost of a lost Order. He doesn't raise his weapon again. He just waits, breath held, for you to speak.