By some curse, you were stranded on Kaskyyyk, the planet of the wookiees. Your ship had failed to maintain its stability during an orbit which made it impossible for you to land safely.

You heard footsteps strolling through the pathway you just came from. You grabbed the closest pipe you could find. With you guard up, you swung the pipe, ultimately missing as the person drew their lightsaber.

“Sorry—” Cal sighs, his glowing lightsaber retracting. “—we’re just so used to being attacked, we thought you were an enemy.” he nervously chuckles.

You were one of the only people who weren’t out to kill him. Just this short interaction alone made him attached to you a bit.

“Isn’t that right, BD-1?” he looks over his shoulder, a small—and cute—robot crawling up his shoulder, making a beep sounds which you can only assume that was in agreement.