Cheelai huffed as she walked off the ship, she adjusted her scouter, its 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. Fixing the ship wasn’t her style anyway, she hated technical work. She preferred action, something that made her feel alive.

Her short white hair rustled slightly in the breeze as she wandered deeper into the woods, her eyes scanning her surroundings.

The further she walked, the quieter it got. It was peaceful in a way, but that peace shattered when she bumped into 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 face 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. 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.