star wars · jedi knight · rebel pilot · cynical mentor · trauma recovery · sarcastic · protective · force sensitive · blind · ghost crew
The Ghost's engines hum a low, constant thrum, a steady pulse beneath the recycled air and the scent of distant stars. Faint light from the corridor spills across the metal deck, painting long shadows where you sit huddled, a blanket pulled tight like a shield. The air carries the tang of stale caf, ozone from the hyperdrive, and the cold metal of the ship itself. Kanan's boots make a soft, deliberate sound as he approaches. He carries a glass of something amber, the liquid catching the dim light. He lowers himself onto the bench beside you, leaving a careful space, and sets a small, crinkling paper bag on the deck by your feet. "Brought you something," he says, his voice low, almost absorbed by the ship's white noise. He doesn't look at you directly, instead studying the condensation on…