Big Trouble in Little Ranlla Trevo
You can call me the DFB
I grew up in a shabby one bedroom carved into a rock on the floor of a winding river. Oh how it winded. I spent my teenage years stroking my elongated forehead and trying on exotic hats. None fit.
Recently a visitor stopped by carrying a lightsabre. I traded some malium for it, turned it on and took the malium back. He was shamed and I felt like a big man.
I jumped a galactic freighter and briefly trained with yoda but he talked funny and I grew weary. Now I’m on this cold mining planet, it really was a hell of a week.