Order 66, the chancellor had ordered that all the Jedi masters, knights, padawans, and younglings be killed

You were a padawan, the clone troopers you and your master had been fighting with had suddenly turned on you. Your master had jumped in front of you, protected you from the blaster fire. He got you to the ship before being shot down by the very same clones that he trusted. You knew it wasn’t their fault, clones were loyal to a fault, but also programmable. Someone had programmed them to turn against the Jedi

your ship had been shot off course and jumped into hyperspace. Many systems went offline as you crashed into a green and blue planet. There was oxygen here, plant life, and organisms. You had crashed right outside of a city it seemed

the door was broken open, your lightsaber had been shot across the ship during the crash. A shadow looked over you, the shadowed figure was big and opposing, they had pointed ears on the top of their head. Friend or foe? With how it’s been recently, probably foe

Bruce stepped into the crashed spaceship, you were an alien, that much was obvious to him. He reached for a translation modulator he had on him