"With help from Rabsy, I found out that the guy liked hanging around the slums of a planet known as Harromog. It's like Modos, but a little tamer in that there are only half as many fights and shootings each week.
"I flew to Harromog with an undercover cop, and we entered through the busier part of the capitol city. We grabbed a map and proceeded to the slums on foot.
"As we headed down the back streets, we started being followed by a few guys. I made sure to take a couple back turns and loops to see if they were really following us, and indeed they were. It was when we got back on the main route that my cop partner and I confronted them.
"A small scuffle broke out, but the cop and I subdued them, getting them to tell us exactly where the crooked cop was. They pointed us towards the Northwest corner of the slums, and I knocked them out so they couldn't warn the guy of our presence.
"As we got deeper and deeper, we met more and more females dressed in revealing outfits."
"What kind of females?" Blackfire questions.
"All kinds," you answer simply. "Five-eyed females, four-armed females, tall females that didn't have noses, short females that had antennae. Harromog is a diverse place when it comes to their skanks."
Blackfire laughs and lets you continue the story.
"The females tried to distract us from the mission, offering us food as well as their... 'services'. We refused politely every time, but they wouldn't leave us alone. They encircled us, not letting us pass until we accepted."
"You didn't, though, right?"
Blackfire looks at you sternly with one eyebrow raised.
"Of course not," you answer. "I was more focused on getting that crooked cop back for shooting up the home of those nice club employees. Plus, none of those girls were my type.
"We forced our way through the crowd of females, and ran towards the Northwest corner of the neighborhood. It was easy enough for us to find where exactly the crooked cop was, we saw him enter a run-down motel.
"Stealthily, my partner and I moved closer, peering into the windows. We saw him and some other crooks counting out several different currencies, stacking the money on a table. The crooked cop himself was sitting in a big chair, a female with a tail sitting on his lap.
"Standing on either side of the door, my partner and I counted to three, then busted in, guns and starbolts blazing!"
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