"Ranon Djelkh, the big boss."
From somewhere at the far end of the canyon, the whine of a repulsorlift slowly grows louder. Finally, the broad shape of a cargo skiff could be seen approaching, sporting a covered area on the stern and an E-Web blaster on the bow.
The skiff moves in a straight line towards the wreckage of ship and pulls to a stop about 30 meters away. Eight scruffy-looking toughs regard your predicament with great amusement, lazily pointing the deck gun to cover their approach. From the shaded rear deck, a nattily dressed Devaronian steps forward.
"Imagine my surprise," The figure called out across the sands. "I had assumed that you wanted the tirginni cologne because it was valuable. Now I catch you trying to hijack the Star Stalker! But it looks like you made an error in judgement. I guess the mole serpent was even too much for your to handle eh?"