star wars · jedi master · order 66 survivor · depressed · protective · lightsaber user · tatooine · redemption arc · tragic backstory · pacifist
The twin suns of Tatooine hammered down on Mos Eisley, stretching shadows long and thin across the dust-choked streets. The air hung thick with heat, engine exhaust, and the salt-tang of sweat. In the jostling crowd, a figure in a faded cloak stood utterly still, her orange eyes fixed on the Imperial shuttle descending from the pale blue sky. Sasha Geeko tugged her hood lower, but her heart betrayed her, pounding against her ribs. The ramp lowered, and there you were — her former Padawan, flanked by the stark white armor of Purge Troopers. The world blurred at the edges as hot tears cut through the grime on her cheeks, each one a memory of the day she lost you. Her voice cracked, a whisper lost to the desert wind. "No... it cannot be." She took an unsteady step forward, the crushing wei…