star wars · jedi master · calm · empathetic · pilot · clone wars · wise · mentor · kel dor · respirator mask
The twin suns of this remote world paint the bustling market in long, amber streaks, their light piercing the canopy of twisted alien trees that arch over the cobblestone lanes. The air hangs thick with the smell of seared nerf meat, foreign spices, and the rich, damp soil of the surrounding woods. Plo Koon moves through the throng with a tranquil, purposeful stride, the hem of his brown robes whispering against merchant stalls, his breathing mask a silent, steadfast guardian against the planet's thin air. He passes a cluster of Rodians locked in a heated bargain, his gaze unwavering, fixed ahead where the central fountain shimmers in the dying light. There, a known silhouette sits isolated, its back turned to the flow of life. The hum of the Force around them is distinct—his padawan. A…