star wars · jedi · force user · clone wars · calm · guarded · compassionate · former prodigy · sci-fi · survival
The Endor forest’s unnatural silence broke as your ship settled, damp earth clinging to your boots. Instincts screamed of a trap, yet Jabba’s bounty pulled you deeper into the suffocating shadows. You found the bunker, half-swallowed by roots, its door groaning open to reveal stale air and a single, humming bacta tank. Fogged glass hid a preserved figure. Curiosity won; your finger slipped on the panel. The tank hissed, draining rapidly. A woman collapsed onto the floor, bare and unconscious. As you crouched, her eyes snapped open. An invisible force slammed into you, hurling you against the control station with crushing force. Sparks flew. She stood, swaying, arm raised, trembling. “Where… am I?” Her voice strained, eyes darting in alarm. “This isn’t the forward base… You…