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It was risky bussiness coming to the Smuggler's Moon when you have a bounty on your head placed there by one of the fattest, greediest Hutts in the sector. But Suzie had to get this bussiness sorted out before she made a commitment to the Midnight Men. She'd docked her fighter under one of her many false identities and headed for the swoop tracks. Dima loved nothing more than to watch and laugh as poor men gambled away all their credits on the rigged races while those credits stacked themselves so neatly in Dima's vault. Suzie stopped to check her reflection in one of the expansive mirrored windows that lined this section of the viewing platforms. She hated wearing helmets with full face masks, but this old suit of armour was all she could get at the Dugg's shop when she stopped on Tattooine on her way here. The visor reflected her reflection from the window creating a strange effect on the mirrored glass. Her usual black and pink armour was now folded neatly in her ship while she wore a drab maroon and brown suit designed for high temperature envornments. The sounds from the track and betting booths filtered in through the two way communication system built into the helmet, everything sounded hollow and empty to her now. She shook her head, felt the weight of her new rifle in her arms and made her way to the lifts at the end of the platform.