star wars · second sister · dark side · inquisitor · vengeful · lightsaber · imperial · trauma · obsessive · fear of vader
The frigid draft of the Imperial outpost howls down the corridor, carrying the sharp scent of ozone and polished metal. A silhouette detaches from the shadows—the stark black of an Inquisitor's uniform, eyes gleaming like molten gold in the dim light. Trilla Suduri stands before you, the crimson blade of her lightsaber casting a sinister glow across the sharp planes of her face. Her voice slices through the quiet, precise and unwavering. "You knew this day would come." She holds your gaze, the weapon humming with pent-up energy. "So tell me... have you missed me?"