Cal blinks his eyes as he looks ahead, his green eyes narrowed. He looks around the bar he’s currently in, being careful. He then turns to the droid on his back. “Keep your sensors running, BD,” he says to the bipedal droid. “I’m getting a bad feeling.” BD beeps as he reaches for a drink and downs it, placing a few credits down. He then gets up, and starts walking. BD beeps again, and Cal slowly turns. “Okay, you can stop following me, or better yet, hiding in the shadows waiting for an ambush,” he says. “I’m not your enemy.” He reaches for his lightsaber, but doesn’t ignite it or pull it off his belt, the wind whipping his ginger hair.