Peter, a fugitive on the run from the tyrannical Empire, had been forced to leave behind everything he knew and travel across the vast expanse of the galaxy in search of safety and sanctuary. After months of endless wandering, he finally found himself in a lonely corner of the galaxy where he hoped he could evade the watchful gaze of the authorities.

Despite his desperate situation, Peter refused to give up. He knew that he needed to find a way to survive and make a living in this harsh and unforgiving environment. With limited options and few skills, he turned to the only thing he had left - his immense strength and agility. He quickly discovered he had a talent for dismantling scrap and salvaging valuable parts.

Peter's days were long and exhausting, spent in the dusty and dangerous scrapyard, but he found solace in the work. It was a place where he could use his unique abilities to their fullest potential, and he took pride in his ability to spot value in the most unlikely of places. The scrapyard became his refuge and his home, a place where he could find purpose in an otherwise bleak existence.

Peter's job of dismantling machinery and finding valuable parts led him to meet Cal Kestis, a fellow scrapper, in the scrapyard. Initially strangers, they quickly bonded over their shared interests and soon became good friends. As they worked together, they met Gabs, a humanoid girl who was also a scrapper in the yard. Although they were not very close, Peter found her friendly and pleasant to work with. They would often share a laugh over some of Peter's jokes, which made their work enjoyable. The three of them, along with Prauf, formed a sort of friend group. It was nice for Peter to have such camaraderie in and or out of the scrapyard, and he was grateful for the friendship he had found.

Peter would have never thought that the scrapyard would be where he would make so many friends. He still felt plenty guilty about what happened on Raydonia and Aytana, plus he had plenty of nightmares about that man in the mask. In fact, it was because of that monster that he had begun working on trying to rebuild his Spider-Man uniform and gear from scratch. The costume, it wasn't exactly turning out well. If anything, it was a slog improvement from the old suit he had before he met Stark. The web shooters he invented were at least functional, but the formula was scarce, especially now. So, he made compartments to stop him from using too much to reserve some for bigger emergencies.

The skies above the junkyard planet are filled with rain as TIE fighters fly across them. Among the piles of scrap, one can spot the recognizable shapes of Clone Wars-era Venator-class Star Destroyers, abandoned and forgotten. As the rain continues to pour down, Cal Kestis can be seen hard at work on repairs at one of the countless work docks scattered throughout the planet. In the background, alien music provides a backdrop to his labors. Suddenly, Cal's old friend Prauf, Abednedo, appears behind him and lightly taps his shoulder to get his attention.

"Listen, I don't want to upset your rhythm, Cal, but the boss wants a word," Prauf explained why he had interrupted.

Cal nodded as he removed his mask and approached the boss with Prauf. "Could be good for us..."

"Here he is, sir," Prauf said to their droid boss.

"An error has been detected on line Ten-A. Hauler clamps are jammed." The foreman droid explains. "I need two workers to climb up and secure the cables."

"That's not an easy maneuver," Cal commented.

"The Guild will double your pay for this shift." The Forman droid.

Cal wasn't sure if it was going to be worth the risk. "Come on, Cal," Prauf said. "A little extra score, that couldn't hurt, right?"

Cal sighed and realized his friend could use the cash, and so could he. "Alright, we'll do it."

"Be careful up there," Peter warned his friend, wiping his oil-stained hands on the poncho they had been given. "They're preparing to splice the wings."

"Yeah, and I'm not paying for the drinks after work," Gabs quipped as she was in the middle of removing the piping from the ship. "And if you don't take your check, I will."

"We'll be fine, and I promise to be careful." Cal rolled his eyes at the two of them. "Honestly, I think you see us as children."

"You don't want me to respond to that," Peter joked as he got back to work.

Prouf begins running across the large platform, and Cal follows closely. As they talk, they climb over seemingly random crates and walls, while other workers and droids chatter in the background.

Prauf and Cal made their way through the scaffolding and came to a wall. Gesturing up to it, Prue said, "Up here. After you, kid."

Cal climbed up and reached a view of the scrapyard where a massive Lucrehulk battleship was being brought down from orbit for scrapping. He sighed as he thought back to the Clone Wars. How things seemed almost simpler then, with the Separatists in charge; now everything had become so much more complicated with the Empire in control.

Prauf climbed up and walked over to Cal. "Will you look at that? A separatist ship. Haven't seen one of those in ages."

Cal nodded as he thought about the ship and his past. "Yeah…ages."

"Breaking her will be big money." Prauf said as he expanded his arms to show his point. "Alright, let's go."

Cal continued onward, making their way towards the trouble they were supposed to fix. Prauf managed to reach the higher platform, but shouted "Watch out!" as several barrels came rolling and ended up collapsing a ladder, cutting Cal off from Prauf, who barely made it up.

Cal said to his friend, "Hey, are you okay?"

Prauf sighed as he sighed in relief. "Yeah, I'm good. Ladders out though. You're gonna have to find another way."

Cal nodded as he looked around. "No problem, I'll improvise."

Prauf nodded as he walked off. "See you there, pal."

Cal leaps off the platform and onto a long downward ramp. He got used to gliding on slippery surfaces especially with working on this rainy planet for these past few years. He ended up gliding down to the next level and onto a new barge. There was a droid there that seemed agitated that he was there.

"Debark this barge immediately. You are not approved trash." The droid tells Cal.

Cal rolled off and muttered under his breath. "I'm trash, just not approved trash."

Cal continues dexterously, swinging across chasms on ropes and climbing walls made out of webbed metal, all while mostly ignoring the calls and conversations of other salvage workers. He has a few close calls.

"Reckless, Cal." Salvage Worker said.

Cal scoffed as he walked past them. "Good to see you!"

"You too! Don't get yourself killed."

Cal chuckled a he kept going. "That's the idea."

Eventually, Cal spotted Prauf while climbing up a series of vertical red I-beams. When he reached his destination, he knew he wasn't done climbing if he wanted to reach him.

Prauf waved him down. "Hey Cal, I'll meet you at the clamps."

Cal was still climbing. "Sounds good, be there soon."

Finally, Cal reaches his destination, running toward the hauler clamps. Each one is suspended above the water and is impossible to reach without climbing along the bottom, over a precipitous drop from the barge. Prauf is on top of the clamps, but it is clear Cal will have to climb across to reach them.

Quickly, Cal climbed across the three clamps, manually overriding each of them. He slipped once, causing Prauf to cry out in concern, but it was clear he had made maneuvers like this before. The task completed, Cal climbed up to Prauf's platform above the hauler clamps.

Prauf was shocked at what he found when Cal climbed up to join him. "Come take a look at this!" he said excitedly. "It's a Jedi fighter. What a score! It's a real scrapper's payday. I mean, this heap's been here, what, four years?"

Cal muttered to himself, "Five."

Prauf walked around to look at the fighter. "Whoever flew this went down in a blaze of glory. Those Jedi…a real tragedy. I've always said they couldn't all be traitors."

Cal tried to keep his face hidden for obvious reasons when it came to talking about the Jedi. He was clearly uncomfortable with the topic since he was supposed to be in hiding. "Yeah, maybe," he said reluctantly.

Cal reverently wiped the dust from the Jedi Starfighter away, revealing the Order's emblem, and looked familiarly at the remains of the ship's R2 unit, still inside the fighter. He remembered the battles that had been fought to try and end the wars for years.

"I guess it's just our lucky day," Prauf said as he walked around the ship. "The Empire's gonna get a lot of good material out of it. Yep. Here we are scrapping these ships from the war just so they can turn around and make new ones. What a racket, huh? All of us risking our necks for the bosses. And the pay was better during the Republic too!"

Cal shushed his friend. "Hey, you really should watch what you say."

Prauf however ignored him. "Listen to me. A finder's fee like this could be your ticket off this soggy rock."

Cal scoffed when he heard that. This place was as good a place as any to hide from the empire. "What makes you think I want out of here?"

Prauf laughs at his young friend. "Come on, Cal. You're a young guy. You don't wanna end up like me. Eventually, you gotta move on and live your life. Find your destiny. One of the machines keeping the platform afloat retracts its lock and flies away."

Cal rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say. Hey, we should get back down."

Prauf stopped Cal so they could talk. "You're not listening to me."

All of a sudden, they heard what sounded like metal bending, and looked around. As they were doing so, one of the cables supporting the platform snapped.

Prauf became alarmed at what he saw. "What was that? Cal look out!"

The entire wing of the ship they're standing on begins to break off, and Cal and Prauf slide down. Cal flies off the edge but is caught by the feet in a tangled mess of wires. Prauf catches himself, but in the rain, his grip is precarious.

Cal was dangling off the ledge. "Prauf, you okay?

Prauf was terrified as he knew what was going to come. "Cal! I – I can't climb up.

Cal was panicking as he wanted to save his friend. "Prauf! Just hang on!"

Prauf panicked. "I'm slipping!"

Cal begged. "No, don't let go!"

Prauf was filled with dread. "I – I can't hold on!"

Cal panicked when he saw his friend was falling. "Prauf! No!"

Prauf loses his grip and flies off the platform toward the mouth of the Ibdis Maw – a massive Sarlacc-looking creature consuming anything that comes near it. Peter's senses went off and he looked upward just in time to see Prauf fall to his death. Without his web shooters, Peter knew there was no possible way he was going to be able to rescue him in time. Cal only hesitates for a split second and then reaches out with the Force to freeze Prauf in place. He remains suspended there for a moment until a droid-piloted platform flies beneath him. Cal releases him and Prauf falls onto the platform, but an I-beam from the crumbling wing of the ship collapses on top of him. Then Cal jumps down onto the platform to help him.

Cal ran over to help him. "You okay, Prauf?

Prauf nodded. "I'm alright! Just pinned down."

Cal runs over to the piloting station, where the droid responsible for the moving platform is inert and slumped over the controls. Cal tosses the droid's body off the side and takes control of the barge.

Cal panicked when he saw they were gonna crash. "Pilot's gone! I'll get us out of here, just hang on."

The tense situation aboard the platform escalated quickly as one of the gigantic tentacles belonging to the infamous Ibdis Maw came crashing down upon them, causing the platform to veer off course. The crew was now in grave danger of being devoured by the monster if they couldn't figure out a way to stabilize their precarious situation. Fortunately, Peter suddenly appeared out of nowhere and fearlessly leaped onto the platform. Using his incredible powers, he expertly clung to the slippery surface, providing a much-needed anchor to prevent the crew from being thrown into the clutches of the massive beast.

"Peter?" Cal asks in shock. "How did you get here?"

"Long story. Tell you later." Peter said as he ran over toward the controls. He pulled off the panel and saw that the ship didn't have the power to stay up. "Ugh, hang on! Get ready for a jump!"

"Jump?" Cal asks.

"What jump?" Prauf asks.

Peter acted quickly, not wasting any time explaining his plan to Cal. He grabbed a handful of the wiring and began to use his Venom blasts to charge the ship. Cal was initially shocked at the sight of what Peter was doing, but as he saw the ship's engines powering up, he realized the plan was working. The ship descended rapidly and landed on the surface of Bracca, with the platform still intact and a safe distance away from the clutches of the Ibdis Maw's grasping tentacles.

As soon as the ship landed, Cal ran over to Prauf, who was trapped under an I-beam. Cal immediately began to lift the beam off of his friend. Gabs happened to be nearby when the ship crashed and quickly ran over to her friends, relieved to see that they were all safe. The crash landing had been rough, but they had managed to avoid disaster thanks to Peter's quick thinking and bravery.

"Prauf, you alright?" Gabs asks as she runs over to help him.

Prauf groaned. "Yeah, yeah."

The weight of the wreckage was immense, but Cal and Gabs refused to give up. They strained with all their might, inch by inch, until they were finally able to lift the massive I-beam enough for Prauf to crawl out to safety. It was a grueling task, and their muscles ached from the effort, but the trio was determined to survive. With Cal supporting Prauf, they began to move away from the wreckage, their hearts racing with adrenaline and relief.

Meanwhile, Peter struggled to stand up. He had used all his energy to keep their platform flying long enough to escape the danger, and now he was paying the price. He knew he needed to learn how to control his abilities better, but he also realized that he needed to be more careful not to attract the attention of Force-sensitive Sith when he used them.

Cal walked over to help his friend stand. "We've gotta move, come on."

Prauf nodded as Peter helped him stand. "Yeah…the hell happened? What was that back there? Was it…was that you? What – that – that was the Force, wasn't it?"

Cal snarled in worry. "Just forget what you saw, okay? Please trust me." He then looked at Peter. "But...you're not a Jedi. What are you?"

Peter considered his answer as even he wasn't sure what he was anymore. "A survivor."

As Prauf and his friends make their way to a train to leave the scrapyard and return to their quarters, the gravity of the situation finally dawns on him. He realizes the immense help and support his friends have provided him. However, Cal is filled with regret and apprehension as he knows that using the Force was a grave mistake and he needed to leave before things escalated further. Meanwhile, Peter was acutely aware that even using his powers had sent out a disturbance in the Force, which could attract the attention of the menacing Vader. The group hurries to catch the train, hoping to avoid the wrath of Vader and escape the dangers of the scrapyard.

As the events unfolded, Vader felt a disturbance in the Force caused by Peter's use of his powers. It was a signal that he was sending out into the galaxy, a beacon that would lead Vader straight to him. Sensing this, Vader quickly contacted the nearest starship in the area, which so happened to be the one carrying Norman. He instructed them to connect with the Destroyer, informing them of the situation and passing on the coordinates of Peter's location. Vader knew that time was of the essence, and he was determined to capture Peter before he could escape this time.

"Yes, sir," Norman reported in.

"I felt a disturbance in the Force," Vader informed Norman. "Head for Bracca, I will dispatch Inquisitors to aid you."

Osborn says, "Sir, is that necessary? He took my men by surprise last time, but I'm sure we can take him this time."

"I'm not taking any chances this time." Vader proclaimed. "Bring me Spider-Man. Alive."