Okay. This is for the gold. I'm not going to start over anymore. This archive is for those I leave behind. Suffice it to say I'm innocent of the warrant that will inevitably lead to my early demise. I scrapped the freighter on a dirty little rock and bought a nice cloak. I'll just wear it in some stylish way to cover up the "Bento's Band" insignia on my flight suit--I am definitely not trashing my baby! These suits aren't cheap! I also picked up a suave hat to help conceal my face a bit.
My good friend... Marissa... yeah, Marissa! She's nice. Real nice... Anyway, she got me in contact with this little Jawa who could forge me a new identity. The little animal put together something passable in Hutt Space, but only because they don't check here; I didn't press him for the accompanying permits for my blasters and other restricted gear.
The good news is the Jawa had somehow gotten hold of a ship and needed somebody handling the nav computer to pick up some cargo. I figured any job would have to be better than one ending in a warrant for planetary genocide, and I really didn't want to stay on the rock I scrapped the ship on. Don't look a gift horse in its dirty little mouth, right? Even if it smells like a trash heap. I really hope I don't have to share a bunk with this thing on the ship.
Vonniss' Disguise
