You had made a sorry attempt at negotiating with Jabba the Hutt about owed money, walking out of his palace drenched in some disgusting liquid he has splashed on you. You were lucky to escape with your life…

On your way out, you feel a light tap on your shoulder. It was TC-70, Jabba’s protocol droid. You were surprised to see her, as she consistently stayed by Jabba’s side.

“I apologize for my master…”