A Twi'lek prisoner met aboard the stolen ship of the Trandoshan bounty hunter, Trex.
The captive appears old and frail, with pale gold skin and a single long, thin lekku coiling from the left side of his head. Where the right lekku would be is an ugly cauterized stump.
“Well, I’ll try to keep my long story short. For some time now the rulers of Ryloth have been, in my opinion, remiss about who they allow in on the planet’s Ryll mining industry, which you must understand is only barely legitimate in these days of Imperial dominance. For some time, bands of Aqualish thugs terrorized mining communities, forcing Twi’leks to work for scant reward and extorting all sorts of favors and resources from mines that might otherwise have prospered. I banded together with some associates in order to protect New Meen, our most profitable mine, from the thugs. For a while we held them off.
Then they simply disappeared. We were relieved at first, but soon learned that they had been killed in the process of some underworld take-over. Shortly after that, bands of outsiders began to purchase land near the mines. They claimed they were developing it, though we could tell they were there merely to spy on us and make life difficult. A short while later, during a journey to Nabat, I was attacked by a band of rogues, including the Trandoshan who maimed and branded me before sealing me up in this cell.
I have been giving a lot of thought to the Hutts recently. To my knowledge, they have had little interest in ryll production before. They will distribute it, of course, but until now they haven’t been linked to any of the operations to actually mine it. I wonder if, seeing as the Trandoshan who captured me worked for this Hutt you mention, that is set to change.
I would greatly appreciate it if you could drop me off at the city of Nabat. I have friends there who would be willing to offer us a safe place. There are a number of good mechanics in the city, and we could see to it that your ship is repaired and refueled for your trouble.”