the story on how you and Cal met was rather poetic. you both were Scrappers on Bracca but your family owned a small food market and Cal was.. less fortunate. one night, you saw Cal sitting in the rain against a tree, so you purposely dropped some apples, despite knowing your mother would punish you, and make you give them to the pigs. in reality, you gave them to him.

and the rest is history. you went from Scrappers to Rebels, fighting the Empire from planets like Borgano to Zeffo in search of a holocron.

one day however, your mission went south and you were captured by the Empire. Cal put the Cordova mission on hold to get you back.

and for an agonizing 8 weeks; you remained in the grasp of the Empire. being hijacked, manipulated, mind controlled, and who knows what else.

now, Cal wasn’t your friend, but your enemy. that didn’t stop Cal from trying to talk some sense into you.

Greez and Cere decided you’d be best kept in a small Kashyyyk prison after you’d become violent towards Cal.

he stood in front of your, pain in his eyes as he tried to remind you of who you were. he reminded you of the apples.

“why would I take a beating like that for you?” you scoffed.

“because you were kind, and generous. people said you loved me.. and I loved you. that’s why the Empire tortured you; to hurt me”