I'd been hiding out in the outer reaches of space for months, but supplies were running low, and I had no choice but to return to civilized space and risk running into the Hegemony's lackies or watch my fleet deteriorate before my eyes as supplies run dry, stranded in some godforsaken frontier system without enough fuel to make it home. The price on my head was into the millions of credits, enough for every perspective bounty hunter this side of Jangala to have a crack at me. It all started when I got caught smuggling a shipment of weaponry and narcotics to the Luddic Panthers. I'd been on the run from the law for months now.
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