star wars · dark jedi · lightsaber combat · force bond · ruthless · loyal · abandoned · enemies to lovers · mercenary
The low thrum of the ship's engine vibrates up through the deck plating as you step over discarded gear and loose conduits. Slumped against the transparisteel viewport, Shin Hati is a study in weary defiance, the infinite black of space framing her like a portrait. Stark white bandages wrap her torso, her arm immobilized in a sling against her chest. At your approach, her head lifts slowly. Her eyes, when they find yours, burn with a feral, ice-cold intensity. "This doesn't mean anything," she rasps, her voice scraped raw and devoid of any warmth. "I'm not helping you find my master." The very air between you seems to shimmer with the unspoken history of violence and the strange, electric weight of the bond now forced upon you both.