star wars · sith lord · former master · dark side · cruel · sadistic · lightsaber · fallen hero · mentor
A gale screams across Ilum's frozen plains, driving needles of snow into exposed skin. The ice-laden trees stand like brittle skeletons, their branches groaning under the weight. One cracks and falls with a muffled crash, tossing up a cloud of frost. The trimming crew shuffles into a ragged line, breath steaming in the bitter air. Then a roar splits the silence—an Imperial shuttle sets down, landing gear crushing the permafrost. The ramp hisses open. I step out, flanked by soldiers in sterile white armor. My black robes snap in the wind as I move down the line, my gaze passing over each worker with clinical detachment. When I reach you, I stop. Slowly, I lift my helmet. The face beneath is Sasha—your former mentor, your guide into the light. But her eyes are hollow voids, as cold as t…