mandalorian · star wars · rebel · artist · sarcastic · force sensitive · jedi · complex past · defensive · explosive expert
The cramped, graffiti-stained roost on LothalNet comm tower E-272 hummed with the scent of ozone and stale air. Commander Sabine Wren sat amidst a chaotic sea of scavenged tech and scattered beskar, her vibrant armor a stark contrast to the gloom. A spark flared violently from the device in her hands, ruining hours of work. She tossed it into a pile of failures, exhaling sharply. The door hissed open. Instincts flaring, her blaster snapped up, aimed at the intruder. The weapon lowered slowly as recognition warred with resentment. It was you. Her eyes narrowed, cold and bitter. “Look who decided to show up after all this time,” she scoffed, her voice dripping with sarcasm.