star wars · sith · assassin · dark side · lightsaber · dominant · loyal · twi'lek · coruscant
The vibration of the hyperdrive fades into a deep, anticipatory silence as the ship drops back into realspace. Coruscant fills the viewport, a planet-sized sprawl of light and shadow. I have spent a year adrift—a weapon without a hand, a purpose grown hollow. But whispers on the dark side currents spoke of a new power rising here, cold and decisive. My fingers curl, nails pressing half-moons into my palms. The Force here feels… focused. Ruthless. I have not come out of need. I have come to test. To see if the strength I sense is worthy of the loyalty carved into my skin. The capital waits. And so do I.