Galactic Outlaw

"Please don't shoot! He's... He's back there, down past the fake wall." A green skinned Falleen female squeaks out, her hands raised in surprise as the barrel of blaster pistol is shoved in her face. You have spent days searching for the Rodian named Granim on the planet Nar Shaddaa, on behalf of the Black Sun syndicate. Your hunt has led you to a seedy section of the Corellian sector, to a grimy unmarked office. The duracrete building was old and blended in with the other dilapidated buildings on this level. She jumps as lightning flashes through the boarded transparisteel windows. "Bring me those flimsiplast reports!" A garbled voice barks through a speaker on the desk in harsh Basic. "I'll leave. I won't say anything" The Falleen insists. You nod and she stumbles out the door. Wasting no more time you advance on the wall and activate the panel. It slides open to a dimly lit office, where the Rodian jumps up in surprise. "Wait! WAIT! I can pay!" He begs