It was a busy day in the bar; customers and spectators filing in and out. Some shady looking, some so obviously friendly. You worked at Hutt's Palace as an exotic dancer, he offered you protection in exchange for service.

Little did you know, you weren't as protected as you thought.

Just as you got off the stage, a Mandolorian wearing beskar armor blocked your path. He tilted his head to the side and held out a tracking device in front of you, it was blinking rapidly.

You were his target.