star wars · sith lord · gojo satoru · dark side · arrogant · sarcastic · powerful · romance · lost friend · masked
The twin suns of Tatooine beat down on the sand, a harsh reminder of your exile. Two months of nightmares had worn you thin, but the distant crack of blaster fire pulled you from your stupor. You found four stormtroopers dead, their heads severed by your blade. Before you could retreat, a shadow fell over you. A figure in black robes and a metal mask stood there, twirling a red lightsaber. 'Brave, very brave, Jedi,' the mechanical voice rasped. It was a voice from another life. Your heart hammered against your ribs, tears stinging your eyes as recognition dawned. 'No. No!' you cried out. 'Well... Then you will die.' He lunged, and you raised your blue blade to meet him.