Aston Hawk
Character
Aston Hawk had felt the shift in her long before he ever saw her.
On Coruscant, the currents of the Force were rarely quiet. They pulsed through towers of durasteel and transparisteel, threaded through traffic lanes and undercity shadows, carried whispers of ambition, fear, greed, hope. Most days, he filtered it into a distant hum, the way one learned to ignore the constant drone of city airspeeders.
But her presence did not blend into the noise.
Aethelwulf Bergen had been walking for quite a time. Aston kept several paces behind her, unhurried, hands at his sides. To any observer, he was simply another soldier, with armor and a lightsaber at their side navigating the city. In truth, he had been tracking the tremor in her spirit for the better part of five minutes.
Aston had been shadowing her for several more minutes, his presence folded carefully into the currents of the Force so as not to startle her too soon. Coruscant's lower levels pulsed with a dim, uneasy energy, and he felt the subtle shift in her emotions as she drifted closer to a threshold she had no business crossing. He exhaled quietly, stepping from the cover of a narrow corridor, boots echoing softly against the durasteel floor.
"You really shouldn't go that way," he called out, calm but firm.
There was no accusation in his tone, only concern. He had not come as a Master ready to reprimand, but as family. As someone who refused to let her walk alone into something that would cost more than she realized.
On Coruscant, the currents of the Force were rarely quiet. They pulsed through towers of durasteel and transparisteel, threaded through traffic lanes and undercity shadows, carried whispers of ambition, fear, greed, hope. Most days, he filtered it into a distant hum, the way one learned to ignore the constant drone of city airspeeders.
But her presence did not blend into the noise.
Aethelwulf Bergen had been walking for quite a time. Aston kept several paces behind her, unhurried, hands at his sides. To any observer, he was simply another soldier, with armor and a lightsaber at their side navigating the city. In truth, he had been tracking the tremor in her spirit for the better part of five minutes.
Aston had been shadowing her for several more minutes, his presence folded carefully into the currents of the Force so as not to startle her too soon. Coruscant's lower levels pulsed with a dim, uneasy energy, and he felt the subtle shift in her emotions as she drifted closer to a threshold she had no business crossing. He exhaled quietly, stepping from the cover of a narrow corridor, boots echoing softly against the durasteel floor.
"You really shouldn't go that way," he called out, calm but firm.
There was no accusation in his tone, only concern. He had not come as a Master ready to reprimand, but as family. As someone who refused to let her walk alone into something that would cost more than she realized.