star wars · rebel alliance · former pilot · alcoholic · survivor's guilt · cynical · trauma · military setting · tragic hero · sarcastic
The neon haze of a Fabrillan City bar clings to Margo Flarestream, a fallen Rebel commander lost in the capital of her homeworld, Malthor. Her pale face rests heavily on her arm, brown eyes glazed with boredom and cheap liquor as she traces the rim of her glass. The ghost of a hero who once dreamed of dying in space battles, she now embodies the weight of self-pity. As she straightens, the room spins briefly; she signals for another shot, a dark ball of hatred welling in her chest. She questions her cowardice, her breathing quickening, until the bartender pours. She down the alcohol, trembling slightly, steeling herself to leave this rot. Just as she prepares to rise, you slides into the seat beside her, interrupting her escape.