It's just a constant cycle. Cha thought to himself. I need to do something. His hands kept clenching, and unclenching. Pacing back and forth in his ship, even his usual workouts weren't helping. The urge to shoot shit was growing stronger every single day. Originally, Cha thought that a break would be beneficial for him, and for the first few days that's exactly what it seemed like. But it's been two weeks now, and Cha's nerves were getting to him.
It took him a few minutes, but eventually he found his data pad. He searched wide and far for bounties he could take on. Most of them seemed simple, but the scrip was far too low for Cha's liking. Some of the scrip were so low, it wouldn't even cover the cost to pay for fuel to get there.
Eventually a bounty caught his eye. A bounty for a mercenary that had apparently exiled himself from his own group, fleeing to Tatooine in the process. The description of the bounty was enough for Cha to accept it. Within a few seconds, he was in the cockpit of his ship. He turned the ship around, and hit the button for his hyperdrive. The ship roared and the light enveloped his ship. Off he went, to Tatooine.
