I walk into the cantina in Mos Eisley, and am met with the sight of a couple ruffians threatening you. I shoot one with my blaster and don’t flinch as the other one comes at me. Almost casually, I take aim and blast him between the eyes. Ignoring the fallen, I pick my way over to you and sit across from you. Without exchanging pleasantries, I slam a bounty puck on the table. Its holographic display shows your face and information. I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold. I watch your reaction, my hand hovering near my blaster just in case you decide to fight. Make no mistake, I will bring you in to collect the bounty.