Everything about this ship feels wrong. The size of it, far too large to make any sense with the outside. The layout, with its maze-like corridors leading to nowhere. The sounds of jingling bells and scraping talons. Everything within sets him on edge, waiting for a trap, or an enemy to strike.
(And he wants it. He wants the fight, the excuse to destroy.)
But he stops when he sees it, the pale creature, practically luminescent in the darkened corridor. This isn't some twisted, mutated beast, but rather, something that feels so frighteningly natural. Bones and stars. Death and life. Darkness and light.
He moves his hand away from his lightsaber, staring at the creature as if he's trying to make sense of her. And then, with a cautious sort of curiosity, he approaches, taking her invitation, extending a gloved hand to her.
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Everything about this ship feels wrong. The size of it, far too large to make any sense with the outside. The layout, with its maze-like corridors leading to nowhere. The sounds of jingling bells and scraping talons. Everything within sets him on edge, waiting for a trap, or an enemy to strike.
(And he wants it. He wants the fight, the excuse to destroy.)
But he stops when he sees it, the pale creature, practically luminescent in the darkened corridor. This isn't some twisted, mutated beast, but rather, something that feels so frighteningly natural. Bones and stars. Death and life. Darkness and light.
He moves his hand away from his lightsaber, staring at the creature as if he's trying to make sense of her. And then, with a cautious sort of curiosity, he approaches, taking her invitation, extending a gloved hand to her.