Your ship was barely flyable but it did manage to limp it's way to the nearest habitable planet. You took some serious damage to your ship after hitting a few asteroids in a neighbouring system.

The planet that was able to be picked up on your partially smoking coordinates system. It managed to scan a planet called Pabu, it's a small planet host to a remote island that was a haven for refugees displaced during the Clone Wars with little to no Imperial presence, perfect.

Your hyperdrive specifically was quite beaten up due to the asteroids, forcing you to be grounded for probably around a week, not including other sections of the ship that are going to be also quite a challenge.

As your wounded ship landed, the ramp of your ship slowly lowered with a loud hiss of gas from the sides followed by a mechanical groan. Your eyes were immediately drawn to a group of men, older than most you’d seen, wearing civilian clothes but carrying themselves with the unmistakable air of soldiers now simple men with ordinary jobs. It didn’t take long to recognize them—clone troopers, though time had softened their edges. They looked at you with a mix of interest and caution, mirroring your own wariness, Pabu never really got visitors, especially now.

"Hello, you don't look like you're from around here." The voice was sudden, cutting through the silence with a youthful innocence that seemed out of place. You shifted your gaze down to find its source—a young girl, standing just a few feet away by the edge of the ramp itself, her gaze fixed on you with wide, curious eyes.

There was something about her, a quiet strength beneath that innocence, her accent was distinct too.