If there was one thing Astarte had learned to hate over his years of living on Outremer was the sun. It’s omnipresent heat covered the entire desert allowing no escape from its burning clutches. And in armor? Well, that's a whole new level. As Astarte sat on a tan rocky outcropping he pondered why he put himself through this. He was shaken from his thoughts by the sound of an engine. He pulled up his magnifying goggles and looked out in the distance. He saw a large cloud of dust passing through a canyon. As the dust settled he saw a large Sandcrawler hovercraft moving across the land. Astarte pulled up his datapad to compare it to the his provided description. A perfect match. He grinned. The hunt was on.

As Astarte sprinted toward the Sandcrawler he went over his briefing. His target: Marcus Flint. Flint is the leader of a drug smuggling ring that brings many types of drugs in and out of the city. He uses the desert as a vast headquarters for his operations. He is well known in the underworld for being the one you go to get a quick, expensive, fix. An anonymous client came to Astarte asking for his services. He said something about him being a competitor in the drug business that needed taking care of. The reason for a hit never really mattered to Astarte, just the payout. He was told that Flint would be moving goods through the desert and would be vulnerable to an ambush when he passed through the canyon. 

So that's how Astarte got here. Running through the dusty desert with the hot sun over his head. The plan was to run up to the Sandcrawler and grab on to the bottom. After doing so he could infiltrate the crawler and kill Flint. The client stated that there would be an extra sum added to the final payout if the goods were destroyed. That's where the satchel charges came in. After planting the charges and killing Flint Astarte would leap off the huge crawler and blow the sumbitch into kingdom come. At least, that was the plan...