Recent content by Lyanna Starborn

The reflection spoke lies. That much, at least, she could still name. Lyanna Starborn, half-drowned in a world that was not water and not air, had no strength left in her limbs. Her spine ached. Her chest heaved with the ghosts of breaths that did not nourish. Her vision blurred. Not with...

Cold. The word wasn’t a thought. It wasn’t even a whisper. It was a state. A law. Lyanna didn’t shiver—shivering was a choice of the living. She merely was, suspended in the ache of existence unmoored. Her body half-submerged, her face pressed just beneath the surface of that false water, eyes...

The silence that followed was not peace. It was the hush of annihilation. The moment after the blade strikes, when breath holds and time forgets to move. The air was still scorched from the supernatural wailing that had ruptured the fabric of Realspace. The shadows that had surged like a tide...

She could barely breathe. The smoke, the blood, the weight of what she had done—what she had commanded—crushed her like the mountain above. Her fingers clutched at the stone, slick with the blood of those she once led, those who gave their lives for her vision. Her vision. Her war. Her loss...

Her saber hummed steady, the blade held upright in a high guard — but her posture shifted subtly. Relaxed. Not open, but… accepting. Observant. The boy who once wielded the Force like a cudgel now shaped it like a current. It flowed through him. With him. A welcome evolution. A necessary one...

Lyanna – Within and Without The gates gave way. A scream—not of a person, but of metal—ripped across the bailey as the Marktinimach Beast crashed through at last. Fire and shrapnel surged inward, sweeping the last of the barricades into cinders. The Starborn defenders died screaming, fighting...

Lyanna-Fauste (Light) Her silver eyes flared—calm, cold stars eclipsed by battle’s fury. She turned as the Marskha Champion descended, his axe swinging down in a meteor of metal and malice. But her expression did not change. Her red lightsaber snapped up in a blur of red light, not to block—but...

The Bailey burned. Fauste stood in the crater where the Marskhahir had fallen, steam rising from her robes, her saber humming its basso song—red and relentless. Blood clung to her armor in arterial streaks, black smoke curling from the gashes along her arms and legs. Around her, the ground was...

Lyanna accepted the final document with a single nod, tucking it beneath the fold of her cloak without looking at it. Her gaze stayed on Zakur, measured and still. “Let them write what they will,” she said coolly. “Those who traffic in spectacle often miss the deeper currents. The Starborn do...

Lyanna took the coin, turning it once between her gloved fingers — first the Republic, then the Sith Empire. Her expression did not betray any amusement, only a subtle acknowledgment of the irony. Two broken empires, enshrined in metal. Two failures, worshiped in hindsight. “This coin is a...

Beneath the Ice. Lyanna’s fingers twitched. The pain came first. Then the voices. The Force split itself across her senses—anguish, madness, hunger. It surged from the heavens, a maelstrom of old gods and broken war machines, screaming in tongues lost to sanity. The Similfuturus above...

Lyanna took the offered document without glancing at it — not yet. Instead, she held Zakur’s gaze, considering his words and the weight behind them. When she finally stepped closer, her presence was like the eye of a storm — quiet, yet full of gravity. “You want a myth?” she asked, voice low...

She stood beneath the ice. The world roared above her—screaming metal, split stone, the thunder of descending war. Yet within the buried sanctum, Lyanna was still. Her breath was shallow, her limbs unmoving, encased in the cold embrace of Ilum’s ancient stone. Around her, the ring of...

The bellow was raw. Fierce. She felt it echo in the Force like a warhorn sounding across a battlefield. Lyanna didn’t move as the wave of kinetic energy surged toward her, even as it crushed the levitating equipment beside her into the far wall. Her feet shifted slightly. One behind the other...

Lyanna stood still as the officer delivered his report, her gaze flicking briefly to the words Ballad of Sabers before returning to Zakur with a tilt of her head. She listened, unreadable at first, though the faintest twitch at the corner of her mouth suggested some private amusement at his...