A successful alien in the Empire? Hah! A successful alien working in the gray area of the justice system? Double-hah!

Clearly, things didn't work out. But a Twi'lek's gotta eat, and there's plenty of other marks on this wrong side of the Galaxy I've found myself mired in. I just need to clean up some loose ends, and I can focus on keeping what I earn.

Orn Sivron (AKA NICKNAME TBD) is a bounty hunter, formerly working primarily for the Empire. It all went wrong on Vardos. Maybe it was the rain, the smokey haze, or maybe one of those damned holo advertisements, but his shot went stray and hit the wrong mook. A powerful mook. A powerful mook who's parents who move in the upper tiers of the Empire's political machinations. The kind of mook that can get you killed, even from beyond the grave.

Someone saw. Someone knows. A different someone went out of their way to help; but nothing is free.

Orn got away without taking the blame, but he had to abandon most of his resources. He needs to scrabble to survive with the rest of the gutter trash outside of the Empire. He's not happy about it, but he can't go back. Even if he... wrapped up some loose ends, he'd get nailed for the mistake eventually. No, trying to live in Empire society would be a death sentence - just one without a clear date of execution.

Motivators: greed, expertise.

Blackmail (7): someone knows he shot the wrong target, and the parent of the victim is politically powerful in the Empire.

Favor (3): someone aided in his coverup.

A non-descript Twi'lek is an unnoticed Twi'lek. Average height and build, and an unremarkable green complexion.