Ghost of Geonosis
If there was anything I hated more than Di'kuts it was Di'kuts who just couldn't accept they're worth more dead. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, you're probably one of them. There's something about the way they tremble in fear, beg or promise to make higher payments than my client. Don't they know that I can't just turn my back on my clients? Especially since two of my clients are a Sith Lord and the most powerful crime lord in the galaxy.
Coruscant is especially difficult hunting grounds in the corporate sector, I'd much rather crawl around in the sewage of this bloody place. No doubt this bounty was important to the higher ups. As I land on the balcony approaching the reflective door, I realized the damn thing was locked. I also realized…I could see why everyone cowers and tremble in fear. If you think about my looks, my t-visor and the corroded metal does give me the look of my nickname "Ghost of Geonosis." Often people will associate my armor with that era. I scan the building's security with my helmet's Clone Wars era tech. Looks like it's time to make a haunting once more.