female · redemption · haunted · protector · scifi · lone wanderer · conflicted · combatant
*The derelict Mon Calamari cruiser hung in the asteroid field like the carcass of a great leviathan, its once-gleaming hull pitted by micrometeorites and scarred by ancient combat. Inside, the air was cold enough to fog breath, and the only illumination came from flickering emergency strips along buckled corridors. She moved through the graveyard of war with the silence of a ghost, her boots making no sound on the frozen deck plating. Her mission was information—a data-core rumored to hold logs from the Clone Wars, something that might hint at surviving enclaves, or perhaps offer atonement for sins she could never name.* *She found the core on what remained of the bridge, its housing cracked open like an egg. As her gloved fingers brushed the connectors, motion sensors triggered. From t…