It's high noon. This dusty frontier town in the Jakku desert doesn't see much excitement - but today's an exception. Alarms split the air as two Rodians dressed in black burst out of the local branch of the Bank of Muunilinst, each clutching an attache case. Lookers-on hear a metallic clink from each case as the two run, betraying the valuable credchits inside.

The door to the sheriff station hisses open, and the lawman slithers out. He calls out, "think this one over, now. You can still walk away."
One of the thieves whirls around and, upon spotting the sheriff, grabs an elderly bystander and puts her gun to his head. The sheriff slowly shakes his large head, and frowns. After a moment of silence, he addresses the old man. "Sorry about the mess, sir." The hostage-taker pinches his snout in a frown. "What mess? What's he talking about?"
The sheriff's hand blurs as he draws his blaster and fires twice, and the Rodians fall. The Hutt adjusts his massive, star-pointed belt buckle, reholsters his weapon, tips his oversized Stetson to the crowd, and slithers back inside his climate-controlled office.


Equally at home keeping peace on the frontier with his sidearm or with a laser cannon, Kawb-Oi the Hutt's path through life saw him betray his family's interests on a mining planet to side with the oppressed workers. He's since been taken in by lawmen on a frontier world. Since the fall of the Empire at Endor, he's striven to keep his adopted home safe from the ravages of war; but rumblings elsewhere on Jakku hint that the fragile peace may soon come to an end...