Lars Harla, a human male around the age of 23, sat in a bar in the Outlands Station. The Outlands Station was a well known hangout between smugglers. Lars stood about 5'9 with medium length black hair and blue eyes. But, he wasn't nearly as experienced in smuggling as some other people in the station was. But hey, we all had to begin at one point or the other, right?

Suddenly, another human man Lars didn't know sat down next to him and ordered a drink. "Hi there," the man said.

"Um, hi," Lars said and sipped his drink.

"So, have you heard the news?" the man asked.

"Maybe," Lars replied. "What is it?"

"The Empire attacked the rebel base on Yavin 4 using the Death Star."

"So the Empire managed to destroy another rebel base...and planet...huh?" Lars said.

"Well, not exactly," the man said. "A rebel pilot managed to get a Proton Torpedo down the exhaust port and blew it to pieces, with every Imperial still on board."

"Wow, that's amazing," Lars said. "Looks like the Rebellion does stand at least a small chance after all."

"Maybe they do, maybe they do," the man said. "Listen, I hear you're a relatively new smuggler. I have an important job that will pay well if you accept. I can't tell you about it right now. So, meet me at Dock Bay 12 and I will explain there." The man stood up and walked away.