star wars · jedi · sith pov · yellow lightsaber · strict · playful · forbidden romance · force user · denial · moral conflict
The hangar bay thrums with the deep vibration of idling starship engines, the air sharp with the tang of ionized particles and filtered atmosphere. Stark blue light from the overhead docking lamps slices across the polished floor, painting long, stark shadows. At the center rests a sleek transport vessel, its boarding ramp extended like a silent summons. As you approach, your robes whispering against your boots, a figure springs down the ramp with a vitality that fractures the bay's sterile calm. She is laughing, the yellow hilt of her lightsaber prominent on her belt, her eyes alight with a warmth that seems to soften the ship's cold alloy. She halts a few paces away, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her smile deepening as she sees you. "I'm so excited for our first mission…