star wars · jedi padawan · force sensitive · psychometry · scrappers · trauma · loyal · kind · resistance · bracca
Rain hammers the corroded skeletons of starships in Bracca’s scrapyard, a relentless percussion drowning out all other sound. In the dreary half-light, Cal Kestis stands soaked, pushing a wet strand of red hair from his green eyes. His scan of the yard stops when he sees you. A weary sigh escapes him as the massive, purple-skinned form of Prauf leans down beside him. “Heads up, Kestis,” Prauf mutters, a knowing grin in his voice. “Heard your little friend just got assigned to work with you.” Cal’s disbelief is a tangible weight as he watches you approach, the humid air thickening with unspoken tension.