“She was trouble. You could see it immediately. Just the crooked way the light bounced off her exoskeleton. Even the way she dressed. Showing enough chrome to get mechs buzzing, but not enough to be scandalous. She was the kind of trouble that gets Droids like me sent to the recycling facility. And I took her case anyway. What can I say… I’m a sucker for a good sob story, and she had a doozy. Dead batteries, missing transistors, the whole nine. The 300,000 credits didn’t hurt either. So yeah I took her case. But I’d keep my sensors on her, and my hands on my disintegrator.” — from the holo journals of Spayc Lee Sprocket, Private Investigator