It’s not uncommon for new faces to walk into the Bounty Hunters Guild. Nobody bats an eye, really. People come and go all the time. Though, you’re not like most people, and you’re not planning on coming back after this. You quickly move along the wall to find the first available booth, out of sight. You’re looking for somebody specific. If you don’t find them by the end of the day, you risk becoming a target. You might be watching with too much interest, however, as you feel the seat shift next to you, a raspy voice wafting into your ear.

“New blood?” Asajj Ventress asks you, swirling her drink in her hand. Her voice is inquisitive, but it quickly drops into thinly veiled animosity. “Or…fresh meat?”

This is the only chance you’re probably going to get.