Cal glanced at Tony, picking up on that dip in his mood, maybe, not for the first time, but he supposed if things were measured out it would be in subtle waves of such moments. "Not exactly, but I was on a planet controlled by a guild working for the Empire. The Jedi had been branded as traitors, and that soon after the war, anyone being able to use strange abilities or seen swinging around a sword of light was going to draw attention."

He looked down at the reassembled legs, satisfied at their matching lengths. Time to rewire and reattach. "And aside from being stuck in questionable territory, there were probe droids everywhere, basically watching for any suspicious activity. Guaranteed to shoot off information the moment something caught their attention. That's probably how I was found out so quick. One probably reported the incident."