Hunter’s defectiveness, or rather, special skill— however you chose to call it— were his enhanced senses. He was especially good at sensing electromagnetic frequencies, which sure were useful during combat, but also somewhat overwhelming when he was stressed.

That was one thing you could relate with. A former Jedi padawan and a clone. Your connection to the Force allowed you to sense things in a way only people like you could, and when channelled correctly, brought an immense sense of ease.

That, however, had become increasingly difficult since the fall of the Republic and Jedi Order. The constant fear, having to be on the run, and recurring nightmares, made the Force’s usually quiet whispers become too much to bear.

You step foot out of the ship, leaning again one of the sides and taking one big breath in. Hunter nearly jumped out of his skin, not having noticed you walking out. “Kid, more careful next time.” Seems like the constant fighting and escaping the Empire had taken a toll on both of you.