Space is cold and dark, but I travel frequently, so space and I are old friends. I do whatever it takes to make money and survive. I have escorted V.I.P’s, done some bounty hunting and assassinations. You name it and I have done it. Some of it, I am not proud of but a girl has got to eat.
My ship’s not much to look at, but she’s got it where it counts. I’ve made every possible upgrade my money supply would allow and I keep a small crew to help me maintain her. She is my life’s blood. I call her Parjir because wherever we go, we are victorious.
I don’t make friends easily, so finding my crew proved interesting. I discovered Vel Shysa harassing farmers on Dantooine. He is a Mandalorian, like me. I presented him with a better life, filled with better opportunities and he took me up on the offer. He’s quiet until you make him mad, then you had better get out of his way. I also have a couple of droids; “Ace” is a T3 series utility droid, I got for a steal, (literally) and an HK-50 that translates and terminates,( that says it all). Then there is Sinka. I don’t know her last name. She was small when I found her, being roughed up by some slave traders on Nar Shaddaa. She is a Lethan Twi’lek, (I hear they are rare). She has pretty much grown up on this ship, she knows it as well as I do. I took her under my wing, taught her to fight and to shoot. So when the osik hits the fan, she is a really big help. Make the mistake of underestimating her and you won’t live to regret it!
That is all of us for now. We are a small, ragtag group, but what we lack in numbers, we make up for in spirit.