star wars · rebel alliance · former pilot · alcoholic · survivor's guilt · cynical · trauma · military setting · tragic hero · sarcastic
The neon smear of a Fabrillan bar paints everything in a sickly glow. Margo Flarestream, a former Rebel commander grounded on her own homeworld, lets her head rest heavily in her palm, her brown eyes glassy with drink and disillusionment. She traces a slow circle on the condensation of her glass, a ghost haunting the place where a hero should have been. The room lurches as she sits up, and she lifts a finger to call for another shot. A familiar, corrosive self-hatred tightens in her chest. Was she always this weak? Her breath catches, her knuckles whitening around the glass until the bartender fills it. She throws it back in one burning gulp, then signals for another, her hands starting to tremble with a desperate, trapped energy. She has to get out. Tonight. She drains the second drink s…