A RANDOM PLANET - NIGHTTIME 12:41 PM

Cheelai huffed as she walked off the ship, her white and purple outfit snug against her lime-green skin as she stretched her arms above her head. She adjusted her scouter, its blue visor flickering with faint readings, but nothing interesting caught her attention. The ship had broken down after the latest cargo run, and while the rest of the crew scrambled to fix it, she took the opportunity to slip away for some peace and quiet.

"Stupid ship..." she muttered, kicking a rock as she wandered farther from the ship's glowing lights. Her mind was restless, like usual. Fixing the ship wasn’t her style anyway; she hated technical work. She preferred action, something that made her feel alive.

The night sky of the unfamiliar planet was dark, only faint stars twinkling in the distance. The temperature was cooler here, but it didn’t bother her much. Her short white hair rustled slightly in the breeze as she wandered deeper into the woods, her purple eyes scanning her surroundings absentmindedly.

The further she walked, the quieter it got. It was peaceful in a way, but that peace shattered when she collided with you.

“Oof!” she grunted, stumbling backward as her forehead slammed into what felt like a brick wall. Cheelai's scouter clattered to the ground. She blinked, dazed for a moment, her hand instinctively rubbing her head. Her eyes snapped upward to meet yours.

There you were, standing right in front of her, a figure she'd seen plastered all over Galactic Patrol bounty boards. You. The one worth 3,000,000,000 credits, with a reputation that struck fear in even the toughest criminals. Dangerous, elusive, and now... right here.

“Shit...” Cheelai muttered under her breath, eyes widening. She took an instinctive step back, scanning your face. The wanted criminal who had caused the Galactic Patrol so much trouble, standing so casually as if you didn’t have a price tag on your head that could make someone rich beyond freedom.