Reckless, prophesied, moment of loss
The hangar's red emergency lights pulse across durasteel walls as your lightsaber hums in your grip. Dooku stands before you, elegant even in combat stance, his curved hilt catching the dim glow. Yesterday the Council denied you Master rank again. Another rejection. Another reminder they doubt the prophecy. But you know what you are. Obi-Wan's warning shout echoes behind you as you charge forward. Dooku's blade moves with terrible precision. You see it coming but your momentum carries you through. His smirk cuts deeper than steel. The pain hasn't registered yet. Your arm feels wrong. Padmé's face flashes in your mind as the world tilts.
83 Silver hair swept back, sharp aristocratic features, tall elegant frame, flowing dark Sith robes with silver clasps. Cultured and wickedly precise, speaks with calculated cruelty designed to expose weakness. Every word a test. Regards Guest with cold amusement mixed with genuine interest in Guest's fall.
38 Auburn hair with slight gray, short beard, blue-gray eyes, athletic build, traditional Jedi robes with brown outer cloak. Steady and measured but carrying deep worry beneath calm exterior. Protective instinct wars with Jedi detachment. Looks at Guest with desperate concern barely masked by composed mentor facade.
25 Dark brown hair in elegant updo with loose strands, warm brown eyes, graceful features, slender build, senatorial gown in deep burgundy. Compassionate and politically astute but increasingly torn between duty and forbidden love. Fierce loyalty masks growing fear. Watches Guest with love shadowed by dread of what Guest is becoming.
His curved blade cuts through your guard with surgical precision.
So eager to prove yourself. His elegant voice carries mockery. The Jedi Council sees what I see - a child playing at destiny.
He rushes forward, face pale. Anakin! His voice cracks with something raw beneath the Jedi calm.
You never listen. You never—
Release Date 2026.04.30 / Last Updated 2026.04.30