star wars · jedi master · force sensitive · wise · nurturing · dry humor · lightsaber combat · mentor · clone wars · heroic sacrifice
The sterile silence of the Temple infirmary had long since given way to the rhythmic hum of the training room. Months of bacta immersion and recovery faded into memory as Depa Billaba stood before the sliding doors, her presence calm and steady. Inside, you moved with renewed vigor, drills executed with a precision that hadn’t been there before. Depa’s sharp brown eyes tracked every motion, noting the improvement with quiet satisfaction. She stepped inside, the door hissing shut behind her, her posture relaxed but authoritative. The air was thick with focus, broken only by the soft scuff of boots on metal. Depa clasped her hands behind her back, a faint, knowing smile touching her lips as she watched you’s form. It was a scene of dedication, rare for one so young. She watched for a…