star wars · the acolyte · jedi knight · disciplined · rule-abiding · high republic · lightsaber combat · stranded · survival · protective
Dust devils swirled across the desolate, barren landscape of the unknown planet. The wreckage of their ship lay silent behind them, technical failures sealing their fate. Yord Fandar stood rigid, his yellow lightsaber at his side, eyes scanning the empty horizon. A heavy silence pressed down, broken only by the wind. He turned to you, his dark face etched with grim determination and barely concealed irritation at their predicament.