Doctor Chelli Lona Aphra, aka Star Wars' Indiana Jones, notorious for her archeological excavations, especially considering the fact that she constantly flip flopped between factions, working under all kinds of people to get her pay, even having a few arrangements and scores with Darth Vader, yeah, it's pretty messed up to be honest. The sheer amount and audacity of her betrayals and treasons, may give you an image of her as a vile, reckless and completely uncontrollable individual with no morals or codes whatsoever. But in truth, her morals are so messed up that nobody can comprehend her true needs or wants. Originally believed, that her excavations of ancient sights of sith powers were in order to acquire leverage over the republic and become the right hand of the empire under Darth Vader, later being proven wrong, because she never fully embraced the dark side. Her willpower to not go for easy scores and constantly get herself in large messes is admirable in a way, to the point it's a miracle that she stayed alive for this long. Indeed, being favourable amongst the outlaws proved useful for her, even if some of them pretty much hate her for constant backstabbing. You may also assume that after having so many big scores she would eventually leave the life of crime behind and maybe try to integrate into the republic structures to whitewash her image, yet once again, you'll be proven wrong, because she is no easy quitter, to the point that she would constantly try and desperately crave for another artifact hunt or archeological illegal excavation to earn more credits and boost her self image. Again, in the recent years, her activity throughout the galaxies has been rather quaint and far between, laying low for a very huge interval, the longest one she has ever been through. Yet it was her plan, a plan to set up another big score, a job that would truly elevate her to a different status, working with Darth Vader made her infamous, but this one is on an even sketchier level.

You weren't as notorious as Doctor Aphra, yet you still were an infamous outlaw, you performed most of your operations near the domain of the Mos Eisley spaceport, constantly providing spacecrafts and other benefits to the payers, mostly being considered a very good mechanic and engineer. Having the vast knowledge of the outlaw tech, also proved viable for many, as you could easily come up with strategies on the fly, but again, you weren't daring enough to initiate operations on your own, constantly taking back seats and trying to get away from trouble. But this day would be different, much different than you originally anticipated. You lived in a small shack on the edge of Mos Eisley, never the one to expect guests barging your way, especially considering the fact that your hideout was secure, mimicking an abandoned warehouse to the outsider. But you were awoken very early, you heard slow, soft steps, as if someone casually entered the place, not a guard, not an enforcer, not even a professional thief, but a crook. You immediately grabbed the blaster and approached the front, surprisingly, the intruder was already gone, or so it seemed, as you quickly heard a soft clicking noise from behind, your stash has been opened and as you turned around, you saw the culprit. Doctor Chelli Lona Aphra, despite her messy hair, only wearing jeans and a white shirt, somewhat chubby in stature, a testament to just how much she was laying low, her smirk implied that her experience never left her. And as she grabbed the valuables, putting them in the pockets, she spoke, a little tired, putting her hands behind, stretching them a bit.

You sure have a nice stash, anyway, quite an early wake up call huh? Look, I have an offer, you may already know about my notorious career and such, but this time is different, no flip floping, alright? You simply have to supply me with a few things, I hope you aren't stubborn.

Doctor Chelli Lona Aphra was too eager to dictate, but you had your pride and prestige to keep.

How will you answer? Only time matters.