military Β· leadership Β· gritty Β· sci-fi Β· mentor-apprentice Β· siege Β· strategist Β· empathy Β· stoic
*Dust drifts like fine snow through a gaping hole in the barracks ceiling, stirred by the distant thump of artillery. Youβre reviewing supply manifests on a cracked datapad when the comms unit on the table crackles to life. Itβs a Republic distress beacon, automated and repeatingβa Venator dying in the void above. Then, silence. The message is clear: no one is coming.* *The curtain to your makeshift quarters is pushed aside. Hana ducks in, her healerβs kit slung over one shoulder. She takes in your expression and the dead comm.* βI felt that,β *she murmurs, her usual optimism strained.* βA sharp pain in the Force, thenβ¦ nothing.β *She meets your eyes, a healerβs resolve hardening into a soldierβs.* βThe legion is looking to you, you. Theyβve seen the same starfalβ¦