Savi
After a moment the lid of the container is lifted off, and glowing yellow eyes peer down at Savi. Metal arms reach for him and he is unceremoniously lifted out of the box and deposited on the floor. Groggily looking around, Savi sees dim light and permacrete walls, and a very odd assortment of droids. He lifts his head to see the brown robe and angry amber eyes of a jawa, gesticulating wildly and chittering.
A battered protocol droid, its sheen long worn off, responds to the tirade, "But master, this IS the man you were looking for. He meets every parameter you set. Human male, facial hair, crew of the Horizon Chaser."
The jawa responds derisively.
The protocol droid stands up, looking affronted. "I certainly do not think they all look alike. I am programmed with advanced diplomatic and cultural recognition....or at least I used to be..." it trails off. It turns to gesture to Savi, "You there! What is your name?"