It should have been easy. The smuggling racket paid well enough but the whole point was to be inconspicuous. The run in with the Imperial Customs didn't help. It appears their Distiller's don't like being undercut by tax dodgers like me. So run I did. A little outback place to gather the resources and lick the wounds. Never liked shooting folks for no reason and never wanted to give them a reason to shoot me. So after the transporter crashed it was back to basics. That said, the ole Cobra MKIII does what it says on the packet and gets me from one place to another without to much trouble. Trouble....don't need it, don't want it and it doesn't make me money. Never liked bounty hunters much anyways. So sitting with my cigar and whisky kicking back for a bit and taking it easy - out of sight out of mind - for now.