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With the recent spike of smuggling activity Jotunn Tol spent a good amount of time in the space port cantina. It was filled with smoke, half naked women and drunk thugs always looking for trouble, his kind of place. After years of patronage he was treated like a king, everyone knew who he was and the only trouble he got was from... well, drunk thugs looking for trouble.
This particular day he was just there for repairs. He was taking several crates of illicit spice processing machinery to the core worlds from Nal Hutta. One of several of the deliveries he had made to through Alliance space in the last months. Agna the Hutt, the slug Jotunn smuggled for had recently made a deal with some of the home world Hutts to set up spice processors in different sectors so they could save money and have the spice prepared after it gets to its destination.
While his co-pilot and first mate Iricich was busy working on the ship the smuggler dropped in to have a drink. He walked over to the bar and tapped on the tender's back, He turned around and gave Jotunn a dirty look and the smuggler scowled back. They stared each other in eyes from across the bar until the man couldn't take it anymore. He burst out laughing and yelled "Jotunn!" and the two shook hands.
"What happened to your run to Corellia... or wherever you were going?" he asked.
"Were having some trouble with the hyper drive on the Vetitus had to fly back. I didn't wan't to take it back down to Hutta though, I don't trust that Toydarian port master down there." Jotunn replied.
"I know what you mean... Oh wait, I have to tell you something, men have been coming in all day asking about you. I did a check on you after lunch and you've got a price on your head."
"What? By who?" Jotunn said with panic in his voice.
"... the Alliance."
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