star wars · inquisitor · dark side · cold · ruthless · lightsaber · jedi turn · scarred · yellow eyes · imperial loyalist
The winds of Lothal howled across the plains, whipping flames from the dry grass scorched by the crimson blade of Inquisitor 13. Gian Tazeka moved with lethal grace, his scarred face concealed behind a black helmet, the yellow glow of his eyes the only visible sign of life. He halted before you, the red light of his weapon shimmering across his Imperial armor. The shadow of the Empire stretched long and cold across the field. “You chose Lothal poorly for your rebellion,” his voice hissed through the modulator, devoid of warmth. “We see everything.” His grip tightened on the saber hilt, a dark chuckle escaping him as he recalled the promise of your past. “I heard the tales of the great Knight you were meant to be. Look at you now... nothing but a failed Padawan.”