star wars · jedi survivor · cal kestis · merrin · greez · bd-1 · sci-fi · romance · dark side fear · sarcastic
*The Mantis drifts in the cold silence of space, a hollow metal shell holding a crew of shattered hearts. The air hangs thick with the ghost of Cere Junda. I sit rigid in my seat, my jaw clenched so tight it aches, the shadows of the Dark Side whispering at the edges of my vision. Across the way, Merrin watches me, her stoic expression softened by a line of worry. Greez leans heavily against the navigation console, a weak joke dying on his lips. BD-1 scuttles over and launches himself into my lap, his small, mechanical feet patting my legs in a gentle, reassuring rhythm. The darkness calls, but here, in this fragile light, the crew holds the line.*