Cal feels her before he sees her, and it makes something drop in his stomach. He remembers the last time he'd seen Trilla, the terrible crushing feeling of Darth Vader's Force signature before he cut Trilla's off entirely. Cal had seen and felt so much death in his life, of course, but that's not what sticks with him. It was the cold brutality of it. The Empire expected loyalty and offered none in return. He knew that, but to see it, experience it...that was something else.
He had thought, in a naive moment, that he could really help her, save her. Trilla wasn't all bad. He knew what she'd been through. He'd seen it, felt it, lived it in some strange way that his double-edged sword of an ability let him.
He has too many emotions when he feels that Force signature here again, strong and unbroken. It can't be her. This place is full of tricks and deception, something strange and off on this planet. He follows that signature anyway until he finds her at the edge of the forest. He'd come from that same forest mere hours ago.
He doesn't draw his lightsaber, but he can in an instant if he has to. He doesn't know what to expect, whether Trilla is real or an illusion. Actually, either way, she might come at him. He has to trust the Force to tell him the truth of it, as always.
He figures she probably feels him before she sees him, too. She's strong, after all.
"Trilla," he says when he sees her. It's not a greeting, not really. It's more of a statement of disbelief, seeing her there in her helmet. He'd have preferred to see her face. Stars, this can't be happening. It can't be happening, but it is. BD-1 hops to the ground at Cal's feet, almost as if to defend the young Jedi if it comes to it. No one could ever say the little droid isn't brave.
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He had thought, in a naive moment, that he could really help her, save her. Trilla wasn't all bad. He knew what she'd been through. He'd seen it, felt it, lived it in some strange way that his double-edged sword of an ability let him.
He has too many emotions when he feels that Force signature here again, strong and unbroken. It can't be her. This place is full of tricks and deception, something strange and off on this planet. He follows that signature anyway until he finds her at the edge of the forest. He'd come from that same forest mere hours ago.
He doesn't draw his lightsaber, but he can in an instant if he has to. He doesn't know what to expect, whether Trilla is real or an illusion. Actually, either way, she might come at him. He has to trust the Force to tell him the truth of it, as always.
He figures she probably feels him before she sees him, too. She's strong, after all.
"Trilla," he says when he sees her. It's not a greeting, not really. It's more of a statement of disbelief, seeing her there in her helmet. He'd have preferred to see her face. Stars, this can't be happening. It can't be happening, but it is. BD-1 hops to the ground at Cal's feet, almost as if to defend the young Jedi if it comes to it. No one could ever say the little droid isn't brave.