Despite everything, Tal Malec wanted to make the galaxy a better place. A Twi’lek is out of place in the fringe. Tal grew up fast and he grew up hard; always looking over his shoulder. When he came of age, Tal enlisted in the Imperial Navy. The years of looking out for himself had paid off. Tal excelled in combat training and in electronics and was soon made a Security Officer.

Tal enjoyed his new job; he liked to make people feel safe. Driven to be the best, Tal learned everything he could. He studied slicing, security protocols, electronic and physical locks, security feeds… Soon, there wasn’t much that Tal could not keep out of unwanted hands or unseen from unwanted glances. After some time, the passion of his new-found profession wore off. There was no opportunity to stand out in the Navy. To his superiors, he was just another officer. Disenchanted with the Empire and wanting a change, Tal left the Navy. He was done being a cog in a machine, he wanted to be noticed.

In the private sector, Tal was recognized for his skill. The credits came easy and Tal was always looking for some new way to apply his abilities. Soon enough, Tal was noticed. Corporate espionage was certainly new and it came with a high that Tal had been chasing. He would “talk” to stubborn businessmen, “borrow” data that was needed by others, and cause general havoc if the credits were right.

It didn’t take long for Tal to attract a little too much notice. He took a job that seemed too good to be true. It was just a little hacking in some backwater regional office. Tal had never heard of the company, but the pay was good and it would have set him up for a well-deserved vacation. Tal made it into the office and stood contentedly at a computer. He knew he hadn’t alerted the Sec-Force, but someone did. Klaxons blared and photos of Tal appeared on monitors and datapads throughout the office. He was set up.

With security bearing down from every direction, Tal barely escaped. They knew his name. They knew his face. It was over. Using a stolen uniform and some engine grease, Tal was able to pose as a deckhand and make it off-world on a small freighter. He had eluded his pursuers for now, but he could practically feel them breathing down his neck.

Content to let the freighter carry him anywhere else in the galaxy, Tal was left to wonder: who had engineered his near capture?