My great grandfather was indentured muscle for the Hutts. He worked hard to secure my grandfather's freedom, and then in turn my father's and my own. As much chagrin as my father's decision to become a merc and then rely almost entirely upon the Hutts generated it was matched by the joy of using his heavy callused hands for violence, finding a place in this brutal galaxy where he fit in.

I felt the same way, I was proud of my father and the work we did. We were invincible. And then came The Job.

For years, we'd worked almost exclusively for Uluum the Hutt, so when he vouched for his cousin Teemo's almost ludicrous offer, we felt at least comfortable enough to take it.

500,000 credits for a quick trip from Klatooine to Tatooine. Protect a young woman. No details, but assurances that the trip was secret and that our presence wasn't necessary but to ease the mind of Teemo as the young woman was transported. Half up front, half upon completion.

Da got a bit greedy, spent the half up-front to make some needed repairs and unneeded upgrades to our ship. He said they were needed for this transport. Said the Hutts would expect better than what the ship already was.

We picked up the young woman from the appointed location on Klatooine. Nobody told us she was a Mandalorian human. Nobody told us she might be Force-sensitive.

Our nerves were suddenly aflame and we felt horribly unprepared for the transport. Still, we made our way through dirty side streets and alleys, we kept her safe. And then, no more than three meters from the safety of our ship, the heavy blaster fire came out of a doorway that wasn't there when we landed our ship at port.

My Da. He pushed us down, took most of the fire himself, save for a stray blast that knocked me unconscious.

I don't know why they left me alive. But when I awoke I was alone. 250,000 in debt to a Hutt I barely knew and certain that my days alive in this galaxy were now numbered.

Freedom. From my debts. From my memories. From myself. From others.

Family - I feel responsible for my Da's death and carry that with me all the time, it's a weight I can never shed. 10

Debt - I owe Teemo the Hutt. My Da and I had a long-term relationship with his cousin Uluum the Hutt. Teemo reached out through Uluum to hire us for a standard bag and grab, a kidnapping job. We received half pay up front. When the job went south, Teemo set up a debt, the half he paid us, plus compounding interest. I'll never catch up with the debt. 10

I'm mildly tall for a Klatooinian, standing about 2 meters. I'm slender though, my muscles are tough, ropey, but not large. I have one defining physical characteristic, a scar that cuts across the top of my head, from just above my right eye it's white gnarl carries backwards.