Marissa Hesse...The name radiated in his mind. As the freighter approached Eriadu, the large trandoshan as laying in his too-small bunk, staring forward into space in thought. Ever since he'd gotten free of that cell his brain had been racing, certainly more than it ever consciously had before, to collect the names of his past. Many he was still trying to recollect, to piece together, to form a picture of what had happened to him, where it all had gone wrong, but this name...it had been sticking out like burnt wookie fur to him. Why was she so important, why did he want to track her? And then it hit him, one week ago today, where the name had come from. She was a traitor, in a sense, who he'd once briefly lamented one drunken night. How could she have crossed the Black Sun? The Sun had given him everything, it had to have given her everything as well, right? That idea Tresshk had held nearly all his life was quickly fading since his incident, since he'd been locked away like nothing, like discarded property. The thought itself put an angered growl in the trandoshan's throat. Whatever had happened to Marissa to shift her loyalties, to leave the Sun, Tresshk wanted to learn, just another piece to get to the bottom of things.
The trandoshan had already reached out towards her new association, whatever the Zaa Fenn or Faa Zenn or some name Tresshk didn't care to remember. He'd only given the alias 'Blackout' in the message he had sent, and where to meet him, but Tresshk wasn't exactly subtle. It was beyond easy to pick him out of a crowd, and he hadn't exactly encrypted his contact like a mastermind. He gripped his AZ-7 repeater closer, a deep part of him hoping one of Marissa's lackeys would try something with him. A bit of brawling and even a light shootout would soothe his nerves some, the thought leading him to light a deathstick to ease off his desire for a fight. He needed to do this right, now wasn't the time to think of the satisfaction of making some little punk squeal with the crunch of bone. Even so, Tresshk knew he should be prepared. He was coming all this way, with no way off world or back up plan should the crime family not take a liking to him. But who didn't like him? Everyone loved him! Well, all of the zero people he stuck around with at least. Then again, if everyone truly liked him he wouldn't be here in the first place, and nothing would have happened to him. Even Tresshk had to concede that, which led him to spit out the still-fresh deathstick with some disgust. He would find out who did him wrong, and Marissa Hesse was his first step. He didn't have the option to fail here, and that's where the trandoshan thrived. A foot in the grave and no way out, just the way he liked it.
The large transport vessel made its way down to dock three as it descended through the atmosphere, and Tresshk slung his pack of few belongings over his shoulder, a repeater and heavy blaster slung casually over his shoulder, watching as the vast ramp descended. A few children ran from the freighter, a twi'lek woman running after to coral them, as an older man came up to the trandoshan and clasped his shoulder.
"Heh, shouldn't even have to pay ya, big fella! Not a pirate in sight!" The seeming conductor of this ship's expedition spoke jovially, and a small, eerie grin cracked on Tresshk's lips. His amber eyes shifted down to the much smaller, slightly portly, grey-haired human. It was difficult to tell if he took the joke perfectly fine, or had the mind to throw the human off the side of the ramp to his death below. The unease of that indeterminate look made the man lose his casual demeanor quite quickly as he waited for the trandoshan to do something, and prey it wasn't something that would ruin his family vacation...
"If you pay me what we agreed, then I won't be the pirate." Tresshk retorted, his tone similarly joking, but it made it no less threatening to the human whose heart skipped a bit, and he stood there for a moment before quickly scrambling to his pockets.
"Of course, of course! Here you are, sir. Um, you said it'd be a one way trip for you? So I suppose I won't be hiring you for the return trip. Darn shame. Anyways, I gotta get going now, you be safe and, uh, yeah. Bye now!" He scrambled out his words as he shoved a clump of credits into the trandoshan's clawed hand, and walked back towards the others as he continued to ramble, before finally turning and hurrying off with the children and twi'lek. Tresshk rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help the light smirk on his face as he pocketed the trip's pay and walked down off the ramp, and onto the docking platform. His sharp eyes preened the circular disk, checking for who was already here, watching out for the potential contact...or a potential conflict.