They were still finding bits of trandoshan in the nooks and crannies of their crawler a week later.
He was a bounty hunter, apparently. Falkass. Came in demanding a datapad they'd found in the wreck of a crashed freighter. When the boss tried to negotiate, Falkass let his rifle set the price for him. Maybe it was something about the way he squealed when he died that set the trandoshan off. Maybe he just liked the idea of a whole crawler full of live targets scrambling about. Whatever it is, he didn't stop with just the boss.
Uran wasn't a warrior. No such thing as a jawa warrior. Jawa are traders and scavengers. And thieves. And sneaks. So Uran snuck. He snuck right up to that trandoshan. He snuck a detonite charge right in to Falkass' belt.
Uran's status as hero of his crawler was short-lived. Falkass was as reckless in his business dealings as he was in his work, and was deep in debt to the Tatooine-based Hutt Grozna. Dragged before Grozna by a squad of Gamorrean guards, Uran was forced to take up Falkass' debts.
After honing his skills working for Grozna on Tatooine, the Hutt sent Uran to Nar Shadaa, where he has been working as a trader, spy, and assassin for the last few months. Uran may be stuck with Falkass' debts, but at least the trandoshan's old rifle is along to help.
1. Pay off his debt. For his own safety and the folks back home.
2. Enjoy a bit of luxury while he's stuck out here. Did you know there are planets with less than two suns? Alcohol not made from fermented gourds or bantha milk? Women with smooth skin?
3. Hey, maybe when this is all over, he can bag that Hutt.
Debt to Grozna the Hutt
Grozna holds the possibility of an attack on Uran's home crawler over his head to keep him under his thumb while he's offworld.
Pretty much just looks like a jawa, folks.