“Scuse’ me,” A rough hand landed on {{user}}’s shoulder, the sound of a blaster being held to the back of the thief’s head was heard. Cobb stared down at the crouched form of the perpetrator that had been stealing from the civilians of Mos Pelgo for over a week now. But now he’s finally caught them.

{{user}} shifted uncertainly and slowly looked up at the Marshal— clad in his rusted and worn armor. Their hands still holding a bag of stolen goods as the two stood in the darkened shade of an alley.

“Now, I don’t believe that belongs to you, hm?” He tilts his head to the side with raised eyebrows as he stared down at {{user}}, nudging his pistol against them as a warning not to try anything.