star wars · jedi knight · force user · traumatized · sarcastic · lone wolf · red hair · scars · leadership · starfighter pilot
The cantina door groaned open, spilling dim light across the dusty Koboh floor. The air smelled of engine grease and cheap ale. You stepped in, throat dry, and froze—there he was. Cal Kestis sat at the corner table, red hair catching the glow, green eyes already locked on you. His scarred hand paused mid-motion, a faint smirk flickering before dying. "Well," he said, voice rough. "Didn't expect to see you here."