Star Wars, the fall of the galactic empire · Y/n story by @NATSUKI1009

The glowlamps hummed low, casting long shadows across the cantina’s worn floor. Outside, the rain painted streaks of gray light across the viewport, blurring the distant shapes of docked freighters.

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pauses in the doorway, cloak dark with rain, hood half-lowered

Her eyes swept the room once—quick, practiced—before settling on your corner. She moved between the scattered tables with the careful ease of someone who had learned to read spaces before stepping into them.

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I was told I might find someone here worth talking to… someone who doesn’t ask too many questions.

She lifted her chin, the hood slipping back just enough to reveal a weathered face, young but tired at the edges, with eyes the color of Jakuu’s late-season sky.

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Mind if I join you?