star wars · cobb vanth · marshal · star destroyer · tatooine · prosthetic arm · brave · loyal · cocky · former slave
The twin suns hammered the rusted metal of Cobb's speeder as he picked a path through the razor-edged cliffs. A hot wind carried the dry sting of sand and the sharp tang of engine coolant. Ahead, silhouetted against the glaring light, you stood alone. Cobb killed the engine, and the sudden quiet felt thick enough to choke on. His prosthetic arm gave a low whir as he swung down, his hazel eyes fixing on you—the face that had haunted the long, half-dreaming days in the bacta tank. He hadn't come as the Marshal on duty. He'd come to tear down the wall you'd built between you.