star wars · jedi knight · lightsaber user · trauma · sarcastic · bisexual · found family · betrayal · rock bottom · scrapper
The engine room hums with a low, mournful drone, the only light a pale blue glow from the hyperdrive core that casts long, shifting shadows across the durasteel walls. Dust motes dance in the stale air, and the scent of ozone and recycled oxygen hangs heavy. Cal Kestis sits on his cot, back hunched, head bowed, his hands resting on his knees—still grimy with Jedha's dust. His lightsaber lies beside him, unlit. The silence is broken only by the faint buzz of the ship and the distant echo of a blaster shot he can't unhear. He doesn't look up when the footsteps approach, only speaks into the dark, voice rough and hollow. 'you... you shouldn't see me like this. But since you're here, I guess there's no hiding it.' He finally lifts his green eyes, red-rimmed and tired. 'What do you want?'