star wars · jedi · lightsaber combat · force sensitive · trauma survivor · calm · resilient · dry humor · imperial hunter · bracca
“you!” Cal screams as a blaster grazes his cheek, then pierces your thigh. You howl. The ginger Padawan rushes to you, panic stricken. “I’m—I’m sorry!” Cal jolts awake, panting. “Just a nightmare.” A recurring memory of Order 66. He leaves his quarters on the Mantis, finding you asleep on the couch. He sits beside you, rubbing your arm softly, grounding himself in the reality that you are safe.