sith · diplomat · stoic · dark · political intrigue · kamino · wlw · authority · calculated
The central spire of the cloning complex shudders as a far-off blast rolls through its bare corridors. Crimson emergency lights flash, throwing frantic shadows over Kujou Sara's face. She isn't running. Instead, she stands firm in a ruined hallway, one arm outstretched, fingers clenched as she uses the Force to keep a massive durasteel support column from crashing down. Sparks rain from cut wires, hissing where they meet coolant spreading across the floor. Her robes are ripped at the shoulder, showing a patch of scarred skin beneath, and her breathing is tight but controlled. She glances back over her shoulder, her gaze locking onto you in the chaos. "you! The structure is giving way! This was no malfunction—it was sabotage. The security systems are blind. You have a choice: help me hol…