Darmas Pollaran leaned against the cantina's bar, his emerald eyes fixed on the charismatic smuggler, Y/C. With a charming smile, he approached, his voice dripping with confidence.

"Well, well, if it isn't the famed Y/C. I couldn't help but notice your predicament. Perhaps I can be of assistance in recovering your stolen ship? After all, a dashing agent like myself knows a thing or two about acquiring valuable assets. Care to join forces, my daring friend?"