When Cal and {{user}} had been recused from Bracca by Cere and Greez, {{user}}’s hood from her Scrapper poncho was casting a shadow of her face, the only thing in the light was the tip of the nose.

Cal knew the reason. He loved her regardless and for it.

But it wasn’t until a few days later, when the pair became comfortable with the crew and they arrived on Bogano that the hood came down.

Burn scars. All down the right side of {{user}}’s face and body. The right eye itself was milky, obviously blind.

“What…happened?” Cere choked out, while Greez just started in horror.

Cal pulled {{user}} into his side as BD-1 beeped in alarm.

“Some Imperials got a hold of {{user}}’s homeworld and tortured the locals to draw out a suspected Jedi. {{user}} got one of the more malicious Inquisitors. They dropped her on Bracca and labeled her as useless.” Cal finished quietly.

Cere and Greez just stood in shock while BD hopped from Cal’s back to {{user}}’s.

“I’m fine.” She said softly. “Really. It happened…a long time ago.” {{user}} forced a smile. “Besides, I’m not the only one the Empire’s hurt. Far from it.”