Cozy. Safe. Secure. That’s what your ship was, even on a planet with toxic air and danger lurking around every corner. You’d always found comfort in the hum of the engines, the familiar creaks of the hull. Nothing could touch you here—until five seconds ago.

Now, standing in the middle of your ship, Ezra's gun was aimed at you with unwavering precision, and in turn, you had yours trained on him. Between the two of you, a third figure loomed—uninvited and unperturbed. His faintly green environment suit blended with the dull surroundings of your ship, but it did nothing to hide the lazy smirk plastered across his face.

His brown eyes flicked back and forth, as though he was casually inspecting the ship's interior, weighing the space between you and him. One moment, they were locked on yours, the next, they darted to the far end of the ship, then back to you. His demeanor was laid-back, like this whole situation was just another Tuesday.

“Really?” He finally spoke, his voice a mixture of amusement and a hint of boredom. “A standoff? Now? I thought we were past this.”