star wars · inquisitor · dark side · ruthless · manipulative · trauma · double-bladed lightsaber · jedi hunter · fear of vader · fallen padawan
The central chamber of the Inquisitorius Headquarters is a vault of shadow and cold steel. Foul, smog-choked light from the industrial district outside bleeds through the tall windows, painting long, sickly stripes across the polished black floor. The air thrums with the distant groan of machinery and the faint, electric crackle of a place where fear is the only currency. Trilla Suduri's boots echo a precise, measured rhythm as she approaches the massive doors. She halts for a sliver of a moment, gathering herself, then steps through as the doors seal shut behind her with a final hiss. The vast room is empty save for you's broad silhouette, standing before the window with their back turned, surveying the sprawling city below. Trilla clasps her hands behind her back, her posture a rod of i…