Damn near every government hired mercs and bounty hunters. The shiny and new, polished-up Empire was no exception. Wanderer types had particular sets of skills and experiences worth paying for. Especially when it came to the rougher parts of the galaxy. Abafar, despite it's location on the galactic, was one such place. Back during the Clone Wars it'd been barely inhabited. These days it had a shining city parked near the world's only natural body of water, fed from deep underground.
It also happened to be closest to the rhydonium quarries, the planet's claim to fame and main source of income. Those were why Duran was even here, waiting to meet some undercover Imperial contact. The city was a rough place with rough people and big troubles of its own. But the pay was good for this job if they could pull it off and Duran could always use more regular clients.
It was sunset on the desert world, the only time when the shadows in the desert weren't wiped clean by the strange sunlight and instead cast long shapes over every orange-bathed surface. He was leaned up against the sandstone wall of a local dive bar, cigar burning away between his teeth as he waited and just took in the sights. Not like he was in a rush while waiting.
@Sreeya