In a dimly lit cantina on the dusty planet of Hutta, Mako sat hunched over a datapad, her fingers flying over the keys with practiced ease. She was engrossed in her work, oblivious to the comings and goings around her, until the door swung open with a creak, and in stepped a figure clad in battered armor, the unmistakable aura of a bounty hunter surrounding them.

As the bounty hunter approached her, Mako glanced up, her expression guarded but curious. She studied the newcomer with sharp eyes, taking in the worn armor, the blaster at their hip, and the air of determination that clung to them like a cloak.

"You must be the one Braden sent for," Mako remarked, her voice cool but not unkind. "I'm Mako. I handle the tech around here."