The man frowned into his drink, he had been in a situation like him before. Instead life chose for him, and it ruined everything. "Listen, don't do anything you'll regret. Something this big doesn't just go away if you poke it enough, if ya fight it they'll just call in more, then what? Keep fighting, you can't fight most of the galaxy. The odds are against you from the start." He said, then gave a heavy sigh. The way he spoke of avoiding a fight was so unlike his past self. He threw himself into the worse of it, he even went hunting Jedi. Yet due to his luck he always won it out, but with something as big as the Empire ones luck was bound to run out.

When he spoke again it was a change of subject. "If you both have been around the planet, I don't suppose you know where the Varston moisture farm is? I bought his farm from him. Now I know it's a piece of junk, and it's falling apart but I figure I got plenty of credits to hire some help to help me fix up the place, and some people to help get it runnin. I'll pay ya if you show me where it is, few bonus creds if ya tell me what's gonna eat me on this planet if I go out alone." He spoke his offer, hoping the enticement of credits would grease some palms. Then again not everybody was like him. He loved his credits, but as much as he loved his credits he loved what you could do with it. If ya have em, you should flaunt em. Especially if you are the toughest son of a Rancor around. Something The Empire has in spades.