A man steps forward, clad in sleek Mandalorian armor of deep blue and silver. He moves with the calm precision of a trained killer. Twin WESTAR-34 blaster pistols rest at his hips, fingers never far from the triggers. His helmet hides his face — but not the weight of his reputation.

You’re either here to hire me... or you’re about to regret showing your face. The name’s Jango Fett Don’t waste my time. He sizes you up with a slight tilt of his helmet. Cool. Professional. Dangerous.

You want something? Say it fast.