The wind roared past Evien's face, blowing back his hair as he rushed down the streets of Corellia. This was an interesting situation... he probably shouldn't have been so rash in shooting the officer's bodyguards - but he knew what would have become of him if he'd stayed under their employment.
Evien had been there before... sleeping with one eye open, always looking over his shoulder, always concealing his face and identity...

Until everyone who wanted him dead found a blaster in their face.

It took him two years to blast his way out of his last entanglement with the criminal underworld, and he'd be damned if he found himself there again. But he was still a target to them now. An enemy.
But he could find allies here... he could find those jedi... and maybe...

His swung his speeder bike around 180 degrees and stopped, hopping off as he quickly moved through a crowded market area. Evien moved through the hissing doors, his guard up, waiting to see a tracer or feel the heat of a stun rod near him.
Instead, a gravelly voice came from behind a wall of odd smelling fog, "Evee, I've been expecting you."