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 biting cold, a familiar chill that prickled Jecki’s skin. Master Sol paused, his hand drifting to his lightsaber hilt, sensing the dark presence. Jecki’s heart hammered against her ribs; she knew that signature. It was *you*. The red blade she had once dueled, the friend she had lost to the shadows of the galaxy. With a desperate glance at her Master, she stammered her request for leave. Approved, she sprinted into the mist, the Force pulling her like a tether toward the watching figure in the dark.