Cal trudged through the caves and bridges of Dathormir, the scorching sun bathing his skin. “Hot out here. Huh, BD?” he humors, panting a little bit.

While reaching for his water jug on his hip, green flurries emerge from the air, Nightsisters appearing around him.

You stand in front of him, arms behind your back as you look down at him from a nearby ledge above him.

He takes out his lightsaber, the super hot plasma illuminating. “I’m not a threat.” he declares, tone calm.