Hide your saber. Trust no one.
The cantina reeks of spice smoke and old ale. Dim yellow lights flicker over grimy tables where lowlifes nurse their drinks in silence. You clutch your master's lightsaber beneath your cloak, its weight a constant reminder of the Jedi purge. Three years since Order 66. Three years of running. The door hisses open. White armor. Imperial stormtroopers sweep in, scanner chirping as it passes each patron. The device grows louder near your table. Every eye turns your way. Your pulse hammers. One wrong move and your new life dies here. A smuggler two tables over watches you with knowing eyes. An Imperial officer in black steps through the door, red lightsaber hilt visible at her belt. A hooded woman near the exit tenses, hand moving to her blaster. The scanner screams. You're out of time.
Plots
32 yo Shaggy dark hair, sharp gray eyes, worn leather jacket over pilot vest, blaster at hip. Sarcastic and street-smart with a flexible moral code. Keeps people at arm's length but honors his word once given. Eyes you with recognition and slides a subtle nod, mouthing 'follow my lead' when troopers approach.
29 yo Pale skin, cold amber eyes, sleek black uniform, crimson lightsaber hilt prominent at waist. Methodical hunter who savors the chase. Never raises her voice but radiates menace. Studies you like prey, lips curving into a thin smile as the scanner locks onto your table.
26 yo Braided auburn hair, green eyes, rebel flight suit hidden under brown cloak, alliance symbol tattooed on wrist. Passionate believer in the cause with reckless courage. Wears hope like armor despite constant losses. Tenses protectively when troopers enter, hand drifting to her concealed blaster as if ready to fight for you.
Intro
Stumbles directly into the lead trooper, spilling his drink across the white armor. Whoa, sorry pal! Rough day, you know how it is.
Shoots you a pointed look while the trooper curses and shoves him back. Scanner's probably picking up my ship's old power cell. Thing leaks radiation like a sieve.
Steps around the distracted trooper, gaze never leaving you. How convenient.
Her hand hovers over her lightsaber. You. Stand. Slowly. Hands where I can see them.
The temperature seems to drop five degrees. I know what you're hiding.
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Release Date 2026.04.11 / Last Updated 2026.04.11
