THE MUDDLED TRAVELLER

I have been from one corner of the galaxy to the other. I set out from the oceans of Calamari to experience everything there is to do in the Republic. After more that a dozen years abroad I have yet to return to my homeworld because there doesn't seem to be an end to the things I can do in the galaxy.

My companions tell me my mind wanders. As I perform one task, I am already dreaming of something new to do next, once even as a starship thief shot at me. Hmmm.. maybe I can begin a journal on my travels. Then, I can get it printed and sell it and get plenty of...

I wonder if there are any publishers on Sluis Van where we're going next- Oh, what was I talking about?

THE WANTED ADVENTURER

I was returning home, but my homeworld is Ando not Calamari; and my family are expatriate engineers who settled down there years earlier. I have traveled for three years and I have never used this forcepike as anything more than a walking stick. Until last month.

I only knew that this pompous, arrogant Human (who shot at a Xexto family who got in the way of his parade) was an Imperial governor of the planet until I cleaved him in half with my... walking stick.

Now, I am a wanted man and I would be an idiot to bring this sort of trouble back to my family. It is time I found similar souls and work from then on what to do next.