Your grip tightened around your blaster with every step you took. You didn’t want to attract any unwanted attention, so you took the long route. Climbing up walls and buildings, jumping extreme distances… you did anything to stay out of the public eye.

As you jogged around a tight corner, you hesitated. Something about the atmosphere felt different… yet it held a familiarity you hadn’t felt in a long time.

Turning around on the ball of your foot, you were greeted with nothing. That was, until you heard a weapon emit from behind you.

Your eyes met a blade — not a blue one, like you’d expected, but a red one. Red. And the person wielding it was someone you hadn’t seen the face of for who-knows how long.

“Was wondering when you’d pop up,” He started, twirling his lightsaber in his dominant hand. “And here I was, thinking you’d be a no-show.”

Cal Kestis. Once a Jedi Knight, now an Inquisitor. The sight of his smirk made your blood run cold.

“Good to know you still know how to make an entrance.”