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Date: Unknown or not entered.

File Class: Recording of personal History.

Location: Tantooine.

A crime lord an his two bodyguards was walking trough the city of Anchorhead, looking at all the citizens, hunters and miners running around, trying to make a living, and the czerka trying to hire new miners and so on…

Quite boring, nothing intresting to buy on the market either.

The crime lord walked into the local cantina, not even seeming to notice the dancers trying to get his attantion…

A waiter came, asking if he wanted something, suggested different meals and so on…

Then he noticed something…a jawa, very young he guessed, talking with the cantina owner, who was furious, trying to come up with an excuse for having been found with a blaster…

The crime lord walked towards them.

“There you are, you runt, come over here, haven’t I said not to take your owners things, and by the way, why a blaster, don’t you remember that it isn’t even functional!?”

He laughed inside himself while he looked at the owner and the jawa, one the more confused than the other.

“Now come here, I where so worried you’d destroy my blaster” He continued.

“Alright” the jawa said, and came to him.

“I am sorry, I realy hope that you where not afraid it was any danger to the cantina” The crime lord said to the owner…

“Okay, but don’t let me catch him again”

“Don’t worry, you won’t even see him again” the crime lord ensured him.

When he and the teenager had left he asked the him:

“Now, whats your name?”

“Rawgon” the boy answered.

“Where does you live?”

“Im an homeless” he answered.

“Oh, what happened?”

“My colony was a millita soliders that tried to keep Tantooine clean of the sith, the others  was killed by a bounty hunter…”

“Hmm, yes, and let me guess after that you tried to get a job but nobody wanted you so started with something else?”

“How did you know that?” Rawgon asked?

“Im familiar with such happenings, do you want to come with me and work with me, you only need to be on a ship together with some of my men and transport some cargo from Nar shaddaa to other planets”

“How much to I get for the job?” Rawgon asked.

“Does 100-200 credits each trip sound acceptable?”

“Yea, doesn’t sound to bad”