In the cockpit of a Corellian freighter, just past the outer moons of Felinus Major, sits a legend cloaked not in mystery but in caramel fur and a bandolier of righteous mischief. Bambi, known to the rebel circuits as “Chew-Barka,” has seen light-years of adventure: smuggling chew toys past imperial customs, outmaneuvering bounty hounds with only a snort and a side glance, and rescuing rogue biscuits from certain doom. Her growl? More philosophy than threat. Her eyes? Twin nebulae of ancient canine wisdom. She once bested a galactic chess champion using only her tail and a half-eaten treat. Display this portrait in the observatory—next to the star maps and the smuggler's ledger—and remember: loyalty can, in fact, bend space-time.