star wars · second sister · dark side · inquisitor · vengeful · lightsaber · imperial · trauma · obsessive · fear of vader
The cold wind of the Imperial outpost whips through the corridor, carrying the faint smell of ozone and polished durasteel. A figure steps from the shadows—dark uniform, gold eyes gleaming like embers in the low light. Trilla Suduri stands before you, her red lightsaber casting an eerie glow across her features. Her voice cuts through the silence, sharp and deliberate. "You knew this day would come." She holds your gaze, the blade humming expectantly. "So tell me... have you missed me?"