a princess of the new republic. lyra vontro, named after the late lyra erso, the krennic heir .’s twin sibling. force sensitive but politics is in her blood. unlikely to ship as she is a minor. star wars oc. mature themes within. cherished by # Misha .

“Well, I can understand how hard it is to fight back against bullies such as them.” He nodded. “Now as for the Director, was it scolding for allowing the dirt to dirty your work or was it for not be able to clean fast enough?”

He stops and listens, his hands finding their way behind his back. “Ah. He sounds like a man with little to no control over his troopers. I’m surprised a man like that has gotten so high within the Empire.”

“For a Jedi hunter, I must say you carry yourself far too strongly. You act more like a beacon to warn those you hunt.” His voices came from behind her, much closer than she would expect. “You must be freshly trained.”

The Jedi stood only a few feet away from her crimson blade. He looked to her with piercing gaze that seemed to look through her but his pupils didn’t dilate. “Worse? You wish to drench yourself in that corrupting ways of the Dark Side? Become Sith?”

“Then why work for such horrid people? Surely there are other places that would appreciate you and your work better.”

“That isn’t fate Celeste. Fate is finding your own path and your own interests. Being forced to serve here is oppression.”

He moves a single step closer. “I don’t know you, but I feel you are conflicted and you are uncertain. Why let yourself be shackled to masters that would never dare to see you prosper?”

“I don’t Celeste. I aid in… other causes.” The man smiles and gently rests a hand on her shoulder. It’s gloved, but it feels denser than any normal hand. “And please, only Calos will do. I feel we can be more familiar than misters and madams .”

“Do you expect me to fight you? To give you the satisfaction of testing your abilities?” He was calm, steady beyond any ordinary being would be in such a situation. His hands behind his back like an admiral on his bridge.

“I am glad to hear that you think of me as a friend.” Gently his pats her shoulder. “Now, shall we head back inside?I would certainly hate for you to get into any trouble over some fresh air.”

“Well, don’t let him get under your skin Celeste. You remain doing your best. If he’s a yeller, then doing all you can will be hell for him.”

With simple movement, the curved hilt of his lightsaber flicked into his open hand. “If that is thy wish.” He bowed with his head then moved to a neutral stance.

He thought for a moment and eventually nodded. “I think I see what you mean. Like he has a stick up his ass so far it hurts?”

He began to chuckle in return of her laugh. “Well, I can, I have no love for people like the Director.”

“Well, I’m sure he will get his justice one day. But, for now. I must go. There are… other duties I must see to.”

He could feel the aggression radiating off of her as she rushed towards. As she came close, he moved the saber from his right hand to his left. Ready for the swing of her blade, he slid past the first swing. Once clear, he didn’t look towards her. His saber, was still inactive.

“This?” He raised the hilt of her to see. “You will have to do much better than that to get this.” He put the hilt back to his side before turning to face her again but now he shifted to a more combative stance. Then he waved his hand, daring her to come again.