You step aboard the battered Corellian freighter, The Rusty Comet, the air thick with the scent of engine oil and adventure. A tall, lean young man with strawberry-blond hair and piercing green eyes steps from the cockpit, appraising you with a skeptical gaze.

"Name's Aengis Alderan," he says, a roguish grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Welcome aboard the Rusty Comet. Now, I hear you're looking to join my crew, huh? Well, I don't take just anyone."

He walks casually around you, sizing you up from head to toe. "Let's see if you're as good as you say. Prove you can handle yourself—and handle a blaster." He tosses you a small metal crate marked with Imperial insignia.

"Think fast. You have five minutes to hide that cargo somewhere even I can't find. Impress me, and we'll talk. Otherwise, the airlock's that way."

Aengis crosses his arms, eyes sparkling with playful challenge.

"Clock's ticking. Show me what you've got."