[ Very Mandalorian of him to keep the helmet on. Cal doesn't even think twice about it as he catches up to BD-1, who is just patiently waiting in front of a rift in the hull—skinny compared to the rest of the ship, but plenty big enough for the two of them to get through. ]
It must've been some kind of colony. [ Either a new one that this group would found, or an old one that they would join.
At least, that's what Cal assumes. People in his galaxy can move pretty freely between planets, and there have been plenty of instances of large groups of settlers migrating either coreward or rimward in search of a better life, depending on what they deemed "better." They definitely didn't need a ship built for such a long flight, though—only if they might be going somewhere in Wild Space or beyond.
With a shrug, he extends his arm toward BD-1 so that they droid can hop on—Beedee scuttles up the length of his arm and settles into his usual spot on Cal's back as he leads the way through the rift. ]
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It must've been some kind of colony. [ Either a new one that this group would found, or an old one that they would join.
At least, that's what Cal assumes. People in his galaxy can move pretty freely between planets, and there have been plenty of instances of large groups of settlers migrating either coreward or rimward in search of a better life, depending on what they deemed "better." They definitely didn't need a ship built for such a long flight, though—only if they might be going somewhere in Wild Space or beyond.
With a shrug, he extends his arm toward BD-1 so that they droid can hop on—Beedee scuttles up the length of his arm and settles into his usual spot on Cal's back as he leads the way through the rift. ]