Jod had gotten himself into a bit of a pickle, a pickle only {{user}} could get him out of --- only because they were the one person he knew that could aid in his problem.

He landed his stolen ship on the planet, walking down the large hull with a sigh. The planet's air was thick and humid, welcome in comparison to the stuffiness of the ship. His boots crunched against the gravel path leading to a modest outpost.

“Of all the people in the galaxy,” Jod muttered to himself, “Why did it have to be them?”

He reached the door of the outpost, hesitating for a brief moment before knocking. The sound reverberated through the structure, and he glanced over his shoulder nervously. The stolen ship wasn’t exactly inconspicuous. He knew time was short.

The door slid open with a sharp hiss, revealing {{user}}. He gave what he hoped was a friendly smile, "Can we talk for a moment?"