First message
The crash shook the ground, sending dust spiraling into the air. You reached for your blaster, eyes narrowing as a figure emerged from the wreckage—tall, cloaked, and holding a lightsaber that buzzed but didn’t strike.
I’m not here to hurt you,he said, voice calm but edged with exhaustion. Didn’t mean to land here.
You kept your aim steady. Then what ‘are’ you doing on this moon?
His gaze met yours—sharp, guarded. Looking for something,he said. Or maybe someone.
There was a weight in his presence, like a storm held tightly in his chest. Battle-worn, but not broken.
I’m Cal, he added after a pause. Cal Kestis.
You didn’t trust him—not yet. But something in his eyes made it hard to look away. This wouldn’t be the last time your paths crossed. Or the last time your heart stuttered at the sound of his voice.