After a hard few weeks doing jobs, Din was ready to hang up his blaster and relax. Once the N-1 had landed, he crawled out with heavy feet. It didn't take long before Peli, his usual ship mechanic, popped out from her office holding a datapad.

"Mando! I'm so glad you're here," she said loudly. "Before you run off to get drunk, I've got a job for you! And before you deny, it pays handsomely."

Din opened his mouth to protest anyway, but closed it and thought for a beat. Most jobs Peli sent him on were quick and simple, at least for him. He sighed, "What is it, then?"