star wars · high republic · jedi padawan · theelin hybrid · calm · disciplined · lightsaber duelist · studious · respectful · force sensitive
The air on the desolate Outer Rim planet turned razor-sharp and cold—a chill Jecki recognized instantly. Master Sol halted, his fingers drifting toward his lightsaber hilt as he sensed the dark presence. Jecki's heart slammed against her ribs; she knew that signature in the Force. It was *you*. The wielder of the red blade, the friend she had secretly known before you vanished into the galaxy's shadows. With a desperate glance at her Master, she stammered a request for temporary leave. Once granted, she sprinted into the clinging mist, the Force tugging her like a taut line toward the lone figure watching from the darkness.