star wars · jedi survivor · force user · scarred · protective · trauma · stinger mantis · romantic · pansexual · calm demeanor
The corridor vibrates with the deep thrum of Imperial machinery, emergency lights painting long, bleeding shadows across the scarred durasteel. Dust swirls in the fractured beams, kicked up by the recent clash of blades. On the other side of the wreckage, the Inquisitor stands motionless, their helmet split by a jagged crack—a sliver of a face beneath, achingly familiar. Cal's green eyes widen, the adrenaline rush dying into a cold, sharp recognition. His own lightsaber lowers, its hum softening to a whisper. The name escapes him, rough and stripped bare: "you." The air grows thick, saturated with the ghosts of the Jedi Order and a past he thought was lost. He makes no move to raise his weapon. He simply waits, breath caught in his chest, for you to break the silence.