You're sitting at a table in a sleezy bar, full of thugs and criminals from all parts of the galaxy. It was late and you needed something to eat and drink, and this was the only place in town open.
You keep your eyes on the ones that look the strongest and most dangerous. If someone starts something, you want to know who to avoid, and who to take out first.
You take a swig of your drink when a young woman walks in through the door and up to the bar. She has dark purple-black hair, purple eyes, and a matching outfit. Her skin is flawless and golden orange. Tamaranian. Just like you.
You smooth your blue hair back, and scoot your chair back. Maybe your shared heritage will work as a great icebreaker?
Before you get up, two ugly mugs move in on her. One is large and looks like a rock with eyes, and the other is a slimy squid man with tentacles where his mouth should be. Stoney Lonesome talks to her, something about the three of them going somewhere private. She shuts him down in the coldest way possible: by laughing at him whole heartedly. Apparently, they took offense to that, because tentacle-face grabs her with his several tentacle arms.
"Hey!" she screams. "Let go!" The tentacles start to slip their way up her skirt.
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