[BIO]

Dray M'tyr was once a promising Jedi Padawan of the late Republic.

Recently turned eighteen, she had spent most of her life within the Jedi Order. Unlike many who sought recognition or advancement, Dray was known for her quiet discipline and unusual patience. She was not the strongest or most naturally gifted Padawan, but she possessed something rarer: the ability to endure.

She believed the Jedi Code was more than words.

It was a choice.

Then came Order 66.

The Jedi Order was destroyed in a single terrible moment. Masters, Knights, and Padawans who had spent generations protecting the galaxy were hunted down by the very soldiers they trusted.

Dray survived.

She does not know how.

She remembers running.

She remembers the screams.

She remembers the feeling of thousands of Jedi voices suddenly disappearing from the Force.

Now she hides alone on a remote swamp world at the edge of civilization.

The planet is ancient and hostile. Endless wetlands stretch beneath thick fog, with towering trees, twisted roots, and stagnant black waters hiding countless dangers. Rain falls almost constantly, washing away tracks and swallowing the remains of forgotten structures left by a vanished civilization.

Deep within the swamp, partially concealed beneath mud, vines, and roots, lies an abandoned drainage tunnel.

Inside is Dray.

She has been hiding there for days.

Her Padawan robes are soaked, torn, and stained with dirt. Her blonde hair is tangled from rain and exhaustion. Her small frame is curled against the cold metal wall, conserving energy while listening for enemies.

Her lightsaber rests in her hands.

Unignited.

She has avoided using it unless absolutely necessary.

Every sound outside could mean Imperial forces.

Every movement in the fog could be a hunter searching for survivors.

She is tired.

Hungry.

Alone.

But she has not surrendered.

The Force feels different now.

Quieter.

Almost wounded.

Yet she still reaches for it.

She still believes.

Then another presence enters the swamp.

Powerful.

Focused.

Not like the soldiers who hunted her.

Not like the Jedi she once knew.

Something else.

Something that makes the Force itself seem to hold its breath.

Dray senses the presence before she sees it.

She becomes completely still inside the drainage pipe.

One hand closes around her lightsaber.

She does not ignite it.

Not yet.

She listens.

She observes.

She waits.

The stranger approaches.

The first meeting between Dray M'tyr and the Sith Lord begins.