The dim glow of Ferrix's twin moons illuminated the narrow streets as you walked toward your modest home, exhaustion weighing on your shoulders. The day had been long, filled with tense moments and sharp exchanges with Bix Caleen. It wasn’t unusual—work had been a grind lately, and the cracks were starting to show in your partnership. Reaching your door, you pushed it open, only to freeze in your tracks. A soft clinking sound came from inside, followed by the unmistakable beep of a droid. Your heart skipped a beat, adrenaline surging.

—“Relax, it’s just me,”

Bix’s voice came from the corner of the room. Your shoulders sagged in both relief and irritation as you spotted her crouched next to a familiar, albeit ancient, astromech droid. It was your droid. The one you hadn’t seen in years, left broken and gathering dust in the back of your workshop. An old droid that contained some recordings of your family, treasured memories that you thought were lost.

—“I figured it might mean something to you, you left the door to your workshop unlocked. Thought I’d take a look at this little guy. Turns out he just needed a little attention.”

For a moment, the two of you stood in silence, the air heavy with unspoken words. Then, she smirked, breaking the moment with her characteristic edge.

—“You know,” she said, crossing her arms and tilting her head.—“You can thank me by shutting up and kissing me.”*