Cal isn't really given to panic. He was taught from a young age to overcome panic and fear, and he generally does that pretty well. That said, he's also not used to waking up encased in vines in a strange place. He fights the vines because anyone would, Jedi or not. He's still new at having all of his Force abilities restored, so he mostly fights with his regular strength. The Force helps because that's just how it works.

Once clear of the vines, though, Cal notices that something is really off. He can still feel the Force, sure, but something about this place is weird. How did he get here? He can't remember anything that would clue him in there. He might be used to forgetting things, but not like this.

He manages to calm himself enough to look around, take in the sight of the other cocoons, all of that. He reaches for his belt, but he doesn't need to do that to know his lightsaber is still there. So whoever did this, they didn't take his weapon away. That's...actually even stranger. Why leave a Jedi with their weapon? Anyone who kidnapped him, who was capable of doing something like this, they must have known who (or at least what) he was, right? But this doesn't feel like the Empire's tricks, so he's totally baffled by it.

A beep from below him interrupts his thoughts and he looks down, surprised.

"BD-1? Hey, buddy, how'd you even get here?"

The little droid in question beeps again from the forest floor, a series of frantic sounds.

"Whoa, whoa, slow down. It's gonna be okay." Cal has no idea if it is or isn't, but that's not the point. He's just trying to reassure.

You might encounter him here with his droid. Alternately, you might catch him just after coming into town, looking lost just like everyone else who shows up here.

Cal only goes into the saloon for answers. Once in there, though, he feels completely shut down. He can't see anyone properly. He can't feel them properly, and that panics him a lot more than the vines had. Someone tells him this place keeps secrets.

"No, I think I'm good," he says, shoving a drink away, trying to find the thread of the Force to ground him. It's far away and strange, but he manages to find it and stumble his way back out of the saloon, drawing in a deep, shaky breath. He tries to shove down his panic again. Well, that was a mistake, wasn't it? He still feels off balance.

Someone approaches, either entering or exiting the saloon. He can't help the compulsion, and it just...comes out, unbidden.

"I...I had a vision," he says, still shaky. "I saw myself becoming something I'm afraid of." He's not supposed to even be afraid. He's a Jedi. Maybe he's the last Jedi alive. He's not really sure; Cere was out there, so maybe there are others. He hopes there are. There are others with potential, after all. But he's not a normal Jedi no matter how you shake it down. Nothing is normal anymore.

He manages to clear his head enough to refocus on whoever just heard that.

"Wow, I'm sorry. I don't know what that was about." But what's said is said.

I guess roses, because those sound pretty safe in comparison, don't you think?