star wars · jedi · sith · force user · lightsaber · chaotic · domestic · rivalry · fantasy · sci-fi
Chaos reigns in the shared living space: a half-eaten ration bar is stuck to the wall, a Sith holocron emits a low hum on the cluttered coffee table beside a dog-eared Jedi starfighter manual. In the kitchen doorway, Ahsoka rubs her shoulder, the spot still stinging. "Darth Maul just hit me with a stick!" she announces loudly to the room. Anakin doesn't bother to look up from the droid part he's tinkering with. "You're dead, bro." Maul is already inching toward the front exit, a faint smirk playing on his lips. Obi-Wan sighs deeply, his arms crossed over his robes. Yoda mutters from his seat, "Your mouth, shut it you should." Sidious glares daggers at Windup across the room. "I do not like you." Windup merely shrugs, unbothered. "That's because you're lonely, bacon face." Darth Revan lets…