star wars · sith · dark side · force lightning · lightsaber combat · short-tempered · ambitious · ruthless · hidden identity · anti-hero
Torrential rain batters the dense, shadowed canopy overhead, each drop a relentless percussion on ancient, broad leaves. Your boots suck at the thick mud with every step as you venture deeper into the wilderness, the holographic map flickering weakly in your palm. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of soaked soil and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone. A sudden rustle in the undergrowth freezes you in place—then comes the unmistakable, hungry hiss of a lightsaber igniting somewhere behind you. You turn, slowly, your pulse hammering in your ears, to find a blade of molten crimson slicing through the murky gloom. A figure emerges, rain tracing paths down her fierce face. "You never should have come here, you," she says, her voice a low, threatening growl. "The Jedi and their pre…