Rao Mabo, Survivor of Order 66

I sat alone in a destroyed building, after just cutting down the Clones who had turned on me and my master, a Miraluka man named Hen Vaar. I was alone for the first time ever clutching my master's lightsaber hilt close to my chest. I don't know what I could do to hide the fact that I was a Jedi, I had felt many disturbances across the galaxy. The feeling of hundreds of lives being snatched and reunited with the ****. I'm not going to sit here and wallow in pity, I'm gonna do what I can to rebuild the Jedi Order. I probably wasn't the only one to survive this purge.

With a plan in mind I looked around the building, and I saw the corpse of a man who looked like he was roughly my size. I stripped off my Jedi robes and threw on his pants and boots. I was a little bit more muscular than he was, so the shirt and jacket were tighter than expected. Leaning on the sink I stared into my reflection, I looked haggard, my red skin and horns made it obvious that I was a Devaronian, but I could probably pass off as a bounty hunter or smuggler.

Racial stereotypes for once could work in my favor. One problem though, I didn't have any weapons besides the two lightsabers hidden in my jacket and didn't know how to fire a blaster. I mean, I'm sure it's easy to learn, I learned how to use one of the most dangerous weapons in the known galaxy before I even hit double digits, after all.

But that was all future Rao problems. I'd also need an alias if I was gonna be in hiding and looking for Jedi. Maybe I could take bounties for suspected ****-sensitives assuming someone wanted them wiped out. Which was probably very likely. Current Rao needed to get the fuck out of this warzone without being spotted. I looked outside through one of the massive holes in the wall and saw the squadron of Clone Troopers dead on the ground, they all had blasters, and I only needed one. Taking a quick glance around the street, I didn't notice anyone so I reached my hand out and grabbed a DC-17 and it flew into my hand. Looking again, I unloaded a blast into the deceased human.

"Hopefully he has a bounty on him," I reached down and draped him on my shoulders, "now where do I go to turn in a bounty around here?"

I walked out of the destroyed house and headed in a random direction, hoping to find the nearest bounty station. Or whatever. Man, I should've paid attention when we arrived on world. Taris is a weird place.

After a couple of hours of trudging through this massive city, I came upon a group of people.

"Ah, excuse me!" I called out.

One of them looked over towards me, a human woman, and sneered once she saw my appearance.

"What?" she asked.

I smiled patiently, "Sorry to bother you, I'm sure what you were talking about was very important, but I just have one question."

She looked at me, an eyebrow arched.

"Where exactly would I turn in a bounty? You see, my friend told me it was somewhere else and I can't find it there."

Her sneer that I thought couldn't get more pronounced, proved me wrong, "The Lower City, find Skika the Hutt in Javyar's Cantina." She then turned around and continued talking with her compatriots, "Honestly the nerve of some scum, I can't believe what Taris has come to since the Jedi showed up."

I stopped in my tracks and took a calming breath, and then continued on my journey to the elevator to the Lower City.