Character
When April received her first assignment as a Galactic Knight, she expected a proving mission — a chance to show she could stand outside the enclave of the Veil of Light and represent their creed. Instead, she was sent to Tor Vanta, an ancient Mandalorian fortress turned scavenger's den, rumored to harbor mercenaries trafficking Force-sensitive children.
It was no ceremonial duel, no sparring tournament. It was blood and shadows, Mandalorian stone halls echoing with blaster fire and the cries of the innocent.
It was no ceremonial duel, no sparring tournament. It was blood and shadows, Mandalorian stone halls echoing with blaster fire and the cries of the innocent.
The Mission
April infiltrated under cover of night, Veil Shroud cloaking her Force presence. She moved like water, dismantling sentries in silence. But when she breached the inner vault, she found three cages of children guarded by mercenaries armed with vibroblades and repeaters.
Her golden saber ignited with a flare of authority. The mercs were trained — they didn't flinch. They moved to surround her.
April's style showed: Soresu's defense absorbing their fire, Djem So's counters shattering their guard. She turned a parry into a shoulder check, dropped one with a Mandalorian leg sweep, disarmed another with a precise twist.
The children watched wide-eyed — not at a Jedi, but at a warrior cloaked in light.
The Flare
But the fight dragged. A vibroblade cut across her arm, shallow but enough to bleed. A stun blast grazed her side, shaking her body. Pain, fatigue, sickness — her condition stirred.
At first it was subtle: a pulse behind her eyes. Then, in the clash of sabers and blaster bolts, her blue eyes ignited red — glowing, throbbing like coals under skin.
One of the mercenaries froze mid-swing.
She cut him down before he could finish. But the children saw. The survivors saw.
The Tipping Point
And with the eyes came…something else. Her Force Pushes grew harsher, cracking walls and shattering weapons. Her movements sped, not fluid but predatory, each strike carrying an edge of fury she had never trained for.
She cleared the chamber, but when silence fell, she realized her saber hummed heavier in her hand — and the children cowered not in relief, but in fear.
She quickly deactivated her blade, forced her breathing steady, and used the Force to dim the redness in her eyes. By the time her fellow Knight arrived to support her, her gaze was sapphire once more.
But April kept one detail hidden: the children never thanked her. They shrank from her touch.
One whispered before being carried away:
She cleared the chamber, but when silence fell, she realized her saber hummed heavier in her hand — and the children cowered not in relief, but in fear.
She quickly deactivated her blade, forced her breathing steady, and used the Force to dim the redness in her eyes. By the time her fellow Knight arrived to support her, her gaze was sapphire once more.
Aftermath
The report spoke of victory, of rescued innocents, of a Galactic Knight's first triumph.But April kept one detail hidden: the children never thanked her. They shrank from her touch.
One whispered before being carried away:
And so April's first major trial left her not with pride, but with a burden — the knowledge that her secret was no longer fully hers, and that the path ahead might not be defined only by light.