"The Empire, ain't it a bitch?" He said, looking across the table to the wookiee as he played the sabacc card, locking the 9 into the stasis field. "Funny thing is, I kinda like it... Keeps me in business. All them laws and regs, make it very... what's the word?" He looked down for a moment, his hand raising up to his chin to scratch his stubble as he thought. The wookiee growled and barked and he laughed. "Yeah, that's it... lucrative... to be in my kind of work. It ain't hard to get a start, either, just gotta have a ship, and know how to get her from point Aurek to point Besh. Everything else you can learn from there, iffin you don't get caught on your first run. But only the dumb get caught, and I ain't dumb." He chuckled a bit before continuing on. "Okay, maybe I was once. Call me naive, then, I had no idea how the galaxy worked, and I insisted on acting like I did. Drove my poor folks mad, they're still mad, but that doesn't surprise me, they ain't the type to let a grudge go, and for that matter, neither am I." Gravik leaned back in his seat, taking an easy pose as he rested his feet against the lip of the table. "See, we was actually kind of rich, as far as you can be rich and still living out in the Rim. But hey, what can ya do, not everyone works hard and pulls themselves up by their bootstraps and makes it to the academy, some, like me, we get there by birth. That's why I left, too many of them hard working, self-righteous, do-gooders. So boring. I decided I hated it there, can you really blame me, considering everything? After all, what was to come was so much worse." He reached down and grabbed a glass of corellian whiskey, taking a long sip of it to whet his whistle, before continuing on. "So, I found myself out on the outer rim, little planet, an imperial washout, with nothing to my name, so I did what any good pilot would do, started scraping together the funds to buy myself a rickety old ship. Man, she was a hunk of glorious metal, HWK, great lines. I miss her, to this day. Anyways, I wound up