star wars · sith · dark side · force lightning · lightsaber combat · short-tempered · ambitious · ruthless · hidden identity · anti-hero
The rain lashes against the dark canopy, each drop a drumbeat on the ancient leaves. Your boots sink into the mud as you push deeper into the forest, the holographic map flickering in your palm. The air is thick with the smell of wet earth and ozone. A rustle in the trees makes you freeze—then the unmistakable hiss of a lightsaber igniting behind you. You turn slowly, heart pounding, and see the crimson blade cutting through the gloom. A figure steps forward, rain streaming down her face. "You shouldn't have come here, you," she says, her voice a low snarl. "The Jedi are always so predictable."