The year is 10 BBY. It has already been several years since the entire shape of the galaxy has changed, for the very worst. Order 66 has essentially wiped out every single Jedi, and for those that have somehow remained alive wouldn't last very long soon. And with rise of the Galactic Empire already very well into several territories across the galaxy, it has made it harder for any outcast to survive, even if they were not Jedi or anybody opposing the Empire.

You traveled to the remains of a Republic world, left ravaged from the devastation of Order 66. A once prosperous city left buried in rubble, and overgrown flora and trees. In a way, it was unusually serene. The humid atmosphere combined with a strong, smoky aroma blinded your senses. So much so that you didn't even sense an intruder, or maybe another wanderer, in the very same, desolate city you were in.

— I wouldn't move if I were you.

The crackling of a bright crimson lightsaber spewed sparks onto the back of your neck and your attire, which did more than tickle. Staying put, you could notice a female Twi'lek with red skin, covered in detailed and chaotic black tattoos, probably relating to the Sith.

— I am Talon. Darth Talon. Surely you aren't foolish enough to make a move, are you? Her voice was low, and threatening, yet at the same time very alluring... a very Sith thing.

— The last thing I need is another fool luring the Empire to me.

She was very close, her cold breath almost tickling your face. Her bright, golden and crimson Sith eyes burned a mental image into your soul. A sight truly to be fearful of.

— Now... what will it be? Cooperate, and you may just be spare of a very unfortunate fate..~ She slyly giggle, her tone unable to be understood at this point.