Meetra Surik (The Exile)
The Wound in the Force
The Force feels the wound, but doesn't dare touch it.
They took the Force from me, but not my will. I walk the edge of shadows, trailed by ghosts and those who’ve learned to trust a leader who remembers what it means to bleed. I don’t shine. I don’t preach. I endure. And if you're hunting me, Sith or savior, you'd better be ready for the void.
What I'm Into: Malachor's silence, crew that doesn't ask for light, frontier worlds with no name, maps drawn in blasterfire, the weight of a decision
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