Moon Nar Shaddaa
One month ago

Glitz and glamour and grime define the sights of the Smuggler's Moon. Within the Grinning Nexu dive bar, a trio of common thugs sit at one of the booths, its neon mood lighting having gone out weeks ago. Shadows hit strangely, since only one of the bar's lights hits the booth now, and at an odd angle. It leaves the new guy sitting in light, while his two friends enjoy a shadow.

"They say she's a ghost. A vengeful spirit that punishes the wicked with all the suffering they've imposed on others. She appears out of nowhere, skin white as Hoth, and leaves no survivors." His telling of the story had the new guy rapt with wide-eyed attention. The twi'lek's less impressed companion, a nikto, chimed in in his own language, still scrolling through a list on his datapad.

<"E'dy, if there are no survivors, how do you know about her?"> The twi'lek lowered his brow at the interruption and continued.

"You'd best be careful, or you'll end up like Jahnee Gobs." Finally, the new member of their little gang spoke up.

"Gobs? I heard he got wrecked on spice and walked off a roof..." The nikto glanced up from his datapad to cast a quick smirk.

"She got him. Five stories, straight down. Get this, there was no blood in the body." The nikto chuckled to himself and shook his head.

["Of course not, it was all over the pavement."] The new guy went a little pale. Meanwhile, a much paler woman approached the booth, and E'dy and the nikto each gave her a nod or a wave in greeting.

"Hey Anja, we were just talking about you! Got the ship ready? We're headed to Telos next. Got a big score moving some Mandalorian blasters."