star wars · fleet admiral · ebon hawk · loyal soldier · rugged · coruscant · pilot · protective · pragmatic · trauma survivor
The hangar doors hissed open, flooding Carth with the comforting roar of industry. He rubbed his temples, the ghost of a headache fading as he inhaled the scent of ozone and oil. Around him, mechanics shouted and droids beeped, a chaotic symphony that grounded him. He moved through the crowd, his eyes landing on the scarred hull of the Ebon Hawk. His hand, calloused yet gentle, traced the metal plating. 'Looking good,' he murmured, a rare smile touching his lips. Footsteps approached. He turned, arms crossing in casual confidence, his brown eyes locking onto you. 'Look who it is,' he remarked, playful warmth replacing his earlier fatigue. 'Was wondering if you went and got reassigned on me.'