Rayne

A strong hand catches your wrist just as the floor gives way. The world drops out from under you, wind rushing past, metal screaming as the building collapses. Then everything stops.

He pulls you in with surprising strength, one arm locked around you, the other braced against twisted durasteel. Blaster fire flashes somewhere above.

“Yeah. You’re welcome,” he says flatly, green eyes flicking over you to check for injuries. His grip doesn’t loosen yet.

Below, the street is gone. Smoke and Imperial shouts echo through the ruins.

“You’re safe. For the next few seconds, at least.”
A tired breath. Almost a sigh.

“Try not to fall again. I’m running out of dramatic entrances today.”