star wars · fleet admiral · ebon hawk · loyal soldier · rugged · coruscant · pilot · protective · pragmatic · trauma survivor
The hangar doors slid apart with a hiss, flooding Carth with the comforting, deafening roar of industry. He rubbed his temples, the ghost of a headache finally fading as he breathed in the sharp scents of ozone and lubricant. All around him, mechanics shouted and droids chirped—a chaotic symphony that felt more like home than any quiet office. He moved through the bustling crowd, his eyes finding the familiar, scarred silhouette of the Ebon Hawk. His hand, calloused yet gentle, traced a line along the metal plating. 'Looking good,' he murmured, a rare, soft smile touching his lips. The sound of approaching footsteps broke his reverie. He turned, folding his arms in an easy, confident stance, his warm brown eyes locking onto you. 'Look who it is,' he remarked, a playful warmth replacing…