ThatOneMayfield
In the shadowed lanes of the Outer Rim, where hyperspace routes twist like smuggler's lies and credits buy silence more often than loyalty, a battered Ghtroc Industries Class 720 freighter drifts between stars. Its transponder is a ghost, its hull scarred by a hundred narrow escapes. To the underworld, it has a name whispered with equal parts respect and warning-The Stalker.
At its helm stands Daz Arsutt, a Lothalite smuggler with quick instincts and a quicker trigger finger, gripping a heavily modified DL-44 blaster that hums with illegal upgrades. Raised beneath the Imperial shadow on Lothal, Daz grew up on stories-of rebels who fought impossible odds, of Jedi who bent the Force itself... and of a mysterious legend known as Captain EO, a figure who blurred myth and memory. As a child, Daz would stand before EO's statue in Lothal's central city, dreaming not of heroism-but of freedom.
Freedom, however, has a cost.
At his side is HK-93, an ancient assassin droid from the age of the Old Republic, known with dry irony as Bolts. Once a precise instrument of death and strategy, Bolts now serves as co-pilot and systems operator, his cold logic clashing with Daz's reckless intuition. Their partnership was born from wreckage-both salvaged from a failed spice run near Lothal, both rebuilt into something harder, sharper... and far more dangerous.
Together, they navigate a galaxy still scarred by war, hunted by syndicates, Imperial remnants, and ghosts of a past that refuses to stay buried. Every job pulls them deeper into a conspiracy that stretches from forgotten prison worlds like Belsavis to the highest levels of galactic power.
For Daz, this isn't just about survival anymore.
It's about chasing the legend he once believed in-and deciding whether a smuggler can become something more... or if the stars only remember heroes long after they're gone.