One moment, Petrichor is crouching safely behind a large rock and picking off droids from afar. The next-
-he's tumbling down the hill, limbs tangled with the 104th trooper who'd tackled him. There's a loud BOOM, and as they roll to a stop and Petrichor looks back at their perch, they see that the rock they'd been using as cover has been blown into pieces.
"That was a close one!" Petrichor can't see the trooper's face under their bucket, but from their tone of voice, he guesses that they're grinning. "Good thing I saw it coming!"
They roll off of Petrichor, push to their feet, and offer a hand. Petrichor takes it and pulls themself up. "U-Um, vor'e," they manage to stammer out. The 104th trooper waves it off as they drag him to a fallen hovertank for cover.
"Nah, no debt. I'd be a shitty sibling if I'd let ya get blown up." The trooper peeks over the tank, fires off a few shots, then crouches again and offers his arm. "I'm Iggy, short for Ignition, he/him!"
Petrichor takes his wrist and shakes. "Uh, Petrichor, he/they."
"Nice to meetcha! Wanna help me blow up some droids? Ya know, as revenge for trying to blow you up?"
Petrichor nods. They get the feeling Iggy's grin has widened. "Great! Let's go!"
