Taji knew he needed money to do much of anything in the Galaxy. Sure he had recently designed a sort of non lethal bullet but it wasn't good enough. Armor could render it inoperable and most creatures in the galaxy could also defeat it. Of course the clips he was carrying in his bag of holding was enough to allow him multiple shots. His hard light blade, Tonfa, and other devices should allow him to hold his own. Yet, he was in a taxi ship headed to the planet Naboo. Why? He planned to sell the designs of the bullets to someone else who could mass produce. It would be one less thing under the name of his company. And also plausible deniability for his Archer Identity obtaining the bullets if anyone could get them should someone find out he was Archer.
Upon arrival on Naboo he made his way straight to the business headquarters of Locke. He was here not to do pleasantries but to take care of his business. His business being marketing the life preserving bullets he had made as a replacement for all the deadly ones in the galaxy, of course.
Upon arrival on Naboo he made his way straight to the business headquarters of Locke. He was here not to do pleasantries but to take care of his business. His business being marketing the life preserving bullets he had made as a replacement for all the deadly ones in the galaxy, of course.