Jaran Sath woke up in yet another cold sweat. For months, the young Twi’lek courier had experienced nightmare after nightmare, ranging from being forced back into slavery to having to fight Darth Vader whilst in his underwear. ‘Not like dreams have to make sense’, he thought to himself as he rose from his cot, his head-tails still twitching uncomfortably from the bad dream.
Slowly making his way to the dresser in a half-conscious fog, Jaran got dressed in his normal attire. A simple leather headdress with pilot’s goggles, a red mechanic’s shirt that he purposely left open to show off his chest, a pair of dull green slacks that were hovering around a size too small, and a pair of surplus Imperial Officer jackboots in desperate need of a shine, or at least basic care.
With that out of the way, the young green courier exited his ship and set out to find something to eat. Forgetting he was on Coruscant, the busiest planet in the galaxy, Jaran was more than a l