You respond with a nod, it was the prudent course of action.

You meet her at the table, tilting your head in acknowledgement when you arrive. But before you finish that simple walk, you’ve already measured the light security **** in the room. The bartender, Human male working uncomfortably late hours and eye bags subtly hidden by makeup. A few more guards in their pristine and shiny plastoid shells, there was little doubt your A280 could punch through but there wasn’t any alternate exits.

Your scanner details the new metals in basic and short lines, freshly reinforced and recently upgraded. With your current hardware you could at best cover the wall with soot before your helmet ended up being some pompous Imperial’s wall mount. The Empire client doesn’t speak as you examine the room and instead waits patiently until you’re finished inspecting. Her hands rest behind her back, etiquette perhaps.

From behind she draws a small data drive, but she doesn’t explain what’s on it - leaving the device on her side of the table. “Thank you for coming, I won’t waste your time on too much pleasantries. Troopers oh-eight-thirty and twenty-six-hundred, clear out the room.” Her voice is authoritative and her soldiers don’t hesitate, even the partygoers leave, some taking a final swing of their drinks before blearily making their way to cause trouble for the locals or lounge off elsewhere. When the door shuts, it’s only you and five others excluding the mysterious woman.

At the centre of the table is a holo-com which she activates through the use of a keypad on her end of the table close to an edge. It brings up a holographic image of a young man, Human. The first thing to come to your mind is that he might be a rebel leader and reminding her that bounties are different to taking a side. And being contracted for such a while is a trialling undertaking.

At least until he swings a weapon just out of frame, and no vibrosword thrums with such intensity. That was a lightsaber, the older hunters of the Tribe used to tell stories of the Republic that stood prior to the Galactic Empire. “A disciple of the traitorous order, who attempted to **** the Emperor. This was a time long before my own, but perhaps you are already familiar with this tale.”

A Jedi on the run, perhaps the first you’ll have seen since you were but a boy. And the first you’ll meet, and if you follow through with this contract? Perhaps the first you’ll kill.