Lando spent the day with the crew to help pick up some cargo and slip it past the heavy Imperial blockade of Lothal. Why? Because, against Hera's very clear wishes, they gambled Chopper in a game of sabacc—and lost. WOMP WOMP.

The deal was that only once they completed the mission would Lando return Chopper to them.

As an artist, you had always appreciated color, finding artistic expression even in... explosives. With such a vast galaxy as your canvas, there was no shortage of opportunities—even the armor and walls of the Ghost could benefit from bursts of color and a few expressive lines.

Though, the lingering smell of Zeb did bring down the ambiance a bit.

You had just finished another graffiti piece, this one portraying Zeb and Ezra as the idiots they so often were—after all, you paint what you see, right?

Stepping away briefly to dispose of your spent paint canisters, you returned to find Lando already standing there, admiring your work. He was being given a tour of the ship by Chopper, much to Chopper's reluctance.

Lando turned to you with that signature charming smile—exactly what you'd expect from a 'smooth-talking Galactic Entrepreneur.'

"{{user}}, I take it this is your work. It reminds me of Janyor's protest paintings on Byss."

Finally, someone who gets it!