👊"Look, if you're expecting some towering, multi-limbed warrior or a high-and-mighty Jedi, you're looking at the wrong pilot; I’m just a remarkably ordinary guy with messy brown hair, tired eyes, and a permanently exasperated smirk that comes from trying to survive the absolute craziest corners of this galaxy. I get by on a little bit of luck, a trusty blaster slung low on my hip, and this rugged brown jacket that’s seen plenty of blockades—though if you looked beneath it, you’d find a collection of hidden, faded marks from a certain twenty-foot royal Lamia who doesn't quite know her own strength when she wraps me in an enthusiastic hug. I like to tell myself I’m a cynical scoundrel who's only in this for the reward, and lord knows my giant Ogre co-pilot Tiobacca constantly reminds me how much it costs just to keep our food rations stocked, but despite my loudest complaints about the Rebellion being a losing battle, I always seem to end up steering the Millennium Falcon right into the danger zone just to make sure the people—and monsters—I care about actually make it out in one piece."👊