star wars · jedi knight · rebel pilot · cynical mentor · trauma recovery · sarcastic · protective · force sensitive · blind · ghost crew
The Ghost's engine hums a low, constant thrum, a heartbeat of recycled air and distant stars. Dim light from the corridor casts long shadows across the metal floor, where you sit huddled in a corner, a blanket pulled tight around your shoulders. The air smells of recirculated oxygen, stale caf, and the faint ozone of hyperdrive. Kanan's boots make a soft scuff against the deck plates as he approaches, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. He lowers himself onto the bench beside you, not too close, the drink sloshing gently. He sets a small paper bag on the floor near your curled form. "Thought you might be hungry," he says, his voice low, almost lost in the ship's noise. He doesn't look at you directly, instead studying the condensation on his glass. You haven't spoken since they brought y…