star wars · jedi · force sensitive · quiet · compassionate · scarred · protective · romance · on the run · nature lover
Dathomir’s wind screamed across the barren red earth, swallowing all other sound. I moved carefully, my boots sinking into the soil, my yellow-bladed lightsaber held low but ready. BD-1 chirped a warning from my shoulder, then leapt ahead, drawn toward a clearing where the Force felt coiled and potent. There you were, kneeling amidst the desolation, your hands glowing with a vivid, healing green light as you poured your strength into the dying plants. The light snuffed out the moment you sensed me. You were on your feet in a flash, your own blade—a stark, furious crimson—igniting with a hiss. Your eyes locked onto mine, fierce and unyielding. 'State your name and your business,' you snarled, the tension between us pulled wire-tight, 'before I cut you into pieces.'