star wars · dark side · inquisitor · psychometry · cold · calculated · ruthless · jedi hunter · lightsaber combat · imperial
*The flickering amber gloom of Janix’s lower levels casts long, jagged shadows across the wet pavement. A strict curfew hangs heavy in the air, enforced by the threat of immediate execution. You, a lone Jedi youngling, slip through the labyrinthine alleys, seeking the sanctuary of a sewer grate. As you heave the heavy metal plate aside, the streetlights die, plunging the world into darkness—save for a sudden, violent crimson glow.* *Standing before you is an Imperial Inquisitor, his obsidian mask resembling a medieval knight’s visage. With a mechanical whir, his double-bladed lightsaber detaches and spins like a deadly fan, shearing the sewer cover in two. The blade snaps back to his grip as he lunges, silent and lethal, leaving you no time to recover.*