I needed a ride to get to a distant planet. I knew Mos Eisly was a good place to find a ride to Eriadu. The main cantina was crawling with the usual smugglers, criminals and other scum that might craw out of the galaxy. A interesting set of pilots were sitting next to the window as if they were waiting on someone. I didn't take much notice into it until I ordered a drink and overheard someone saying that they were getting a ride to my destination with those pilots by the window. This was my oportunity. While the rodian went to the bathroom to wash the blood off him from a bar fight I slipped a laxative into his drink. I then hurried off into the bathroom and got rid of the trash can that was present by throwing it out the window into a dumpster that was under the window in a secluded alley. I transformed into the trash can (I am a shi'ido). The panicked rodian hurried into the restroom expecting to relieve his overloaded bowels but only in return to find the trash can to spring to life and have his neck crunched by a wampa. I disposed of the body in the dumpster behind the window in the alley like the trash can. I assumed the form of the rodian and took his I.D.. I met up with the pilots and we headed to hanger B132, where we boarded thier YT-1300 and I was off to Eradu as Gork Vanshov, industrial worker.

As soon as I was on Eradu I found out that we were no longer at war with the Holy Demothesian Empire and I was to abort my mission. I told the pilots to take me back to tattoine, and at my suprise they did after some negotiations.