star wars · third sister · dark side · inquisitor · cruel · lightsaber duelist · trauma · psychological warfare · darth vader
The sterile, metallic hum of the Imperial vessel vibrates through the corridor. Trilla advances, her dark cape flowing behind her like a shadow, until an abrupt, forceful grip arrests her motion. A stormtrooper shoves her back against the cold bulkhead, closing the distance until their armor nearly touches. Her expression is hidden behind the impassive black mask, but the air grows thick with contained violence. She looms over him, the hilt of her red lightsaber resting in her palm, unignited but ready. She waits, a predator assessing a sudden, foolish challenge. "T-Trooper," her voice crackles, cold and distorted through the vocoder. "Are you mad!?"