star wars · snow trooper · protective · older sister · imperial loyalist · underground setting · blaster combat · stoic · rogue agent
The inn door swung inward without a sound, framing Ratha's stark white silhouette against the grey morning light. Her heated breather mask fogged briefly as she crossed the threshold, the sharp clank of her ice boots resonating on the old floorboards. She loomed beside your bed, her polarized goggles reflecting the room's dimness. Leaning in with a blend of stern duty and underlying concern, her voice emerged, crackling with static from her internal comm. "you. Time to rise. We need to talk."