It’s trivial, really. How a smuggler and an imperial agent found themselves on the same side. At least of the same coin. Not necessarily of the law. But Skavak found himself friendly with the agent. The two were in a cantina, slamming back drinks. He’d left two idiot smugglers marooned back on Off Mantell. One named Corso Riggs and the other..well he didn’t care about the other’s name. He snickered, booze foam coating his upper lip.

“Oh, oh man. Oh man, Y/N. You shoulda seen the idiot’s face.”