The Clans have a few candidates

Shae thought about it. "Well, aside from the women you already know in your Alliance, the Clan leaders have suggested a few notables who are single and interested in getting to know you better. Let's see, there's Bri'enne Tar'oth. She used to be a Sith, one of their Immortal Juggernauts," she said, referencing an elite cadre of Sith Warriors said to be insurmountable in defense. "But her master betrayed her, as Sith do, and she fought off his other apprentices before leaving and joining us a couple years ago. Traded in her lightsaber for a pair of bes'kad. Mostly likes to work as a bodyguard but does some general mercenary work. She's honest, reliable, and personable, if a little stiff. She's also at least a decimeter taller than you are, if that matters to you." The Outlander shrugged. He wasn't a small man, and he'd never met a human woman taller than him, but he didn't consider that to be intimidating. "She wears gold armor with sapphire-blue stripes on it, if you want to look for her."

"Sounds interesting," The Outlander said.

"Then from Clan Krytin, is Aeryn D'Argo. She's a veteran ramikad'alor, good with an **** cannon and a starfighter. Pretty cold until she gets to know you, but tough as nails. On Darvannis, she held off a company of Zakuulan Skytroopers by herself while you raided the factory," Shae said. "She's about my height, wears black pilot's armor with red accents. She'll probably be working on her ship, an F-T2 Quell strikefighter."

"Impressive. Any others?"

"Actually, yeah. Another person Tarro Blood screwed out of the Great Hunt. She wasn't able to get a sponsorship, and then the chakaar who did ran as soon as the nature of the contest was revealed with his tail between his legs. Literally. She's from clan Maluk'ah. Name's Vencuya. She works mostly on the Outer Rim, otherwise I'm sure you'd have run into her before." Shae looked amused. "In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if you'd gone after some of the same marks now and then. She's like a tougher version of you. Efficient, professional, stone cold, and scared the shebs off a lot of her marks. Not a soft touch like you. She wears silver armor with red accents, and a red Clan Maluk'ah sigil on her helmet. Carries more knives than the kitchen staff at a Rodian restaurant."

"Sounds charming."

"Very. So, any interest?" Shae asked.