"Funny thing. Our side was supposedly winning." And then their own armies turned against them without warning. The war seemed to come to an abrupt end, and an Emperor arose in the birth of a Galactic Empire.

"...it isn't. I'm still not sure exactly what happened, why everything just suddenly turned out how it did, but..." Cal shrugs. Things happened, and there's no changing the past. "I would've still been a scrapper working on ships in Bracca, but something happened, and I gave myself a way. I had to...to save a friend." And yet his friend still had died because of it, trying to keep Cal from being discovered by the Empire.

But then those had been the first steps towards the path he now found himself. One of the downsides of being in a place like this just gave him too much time to keep thinking about the things that have happened, wondering if he really was making the right choice, unable to really do anything about it while here.

He shakes his head again, forcing a laugh. "Sorry, I didn't come here to bring down the mood. This is a happy occasion for you all. We came to help celebrate it."