What d’you wanna know?

The name’s Rana Talgal. I was a merc before I got drunk and took Fett’s offer of a job that would set me for life. He was right, but it wasn’t worth it. Eight years on a rain-soaked sarlacc’s backside of a planet, training little kids to take as many out with ‘em as they could? It’s a wonder I don’t drink more than I do. And that’s without mentioning me walking out on my husband like that. Like I said, I was drunk. I don’t like to talk about it, all right? Shove off or buy me a drink. Or make me a job offer, but fair warning now: hit on me and I’ll shoot you.

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