Stand by. [ cal says after silence passes between them, stretches out over the minutes.

he swallows then, lets out a sigh. cal hasn't forgotten his goal and it feels like a curse and a blessing that this has come up. it means he'll fulfill it, sure, but the topic hurts. another beat passes. he's sure that jake won't judge him for it. he's been so patient with cal, after all; less remnant of a jedi master and more friend.

at least he's pretty sure. ] Mastar Tapal saved me, he sent the escape pod to Bracca and I hid there for a long time, joined the Scrapper's Guild to survive.

I tried to hide my powers, who and what I was, but the Inquistors found me eventually. [ he snorts, remembering trilla's modified voice through the helmet she wore. ] They said they were seeking a dangerous fugitive. No common anarchist but a devotee of the treasonous Jedi Order.

They found a group of us riggers and lined us up, held up their rifles. They asked the Jedi to step forward or everyone would die. [ he takes a breath. ] I couldn't move.

I--I didn't move. But my-- my friend Prauf did.