So here I am, riding herd on six planets, checking out the cultists, keeping an eye on the droid assassins… same old stuff. Then, the idiots downtown decide they want me to bust up an “intergalactic drug ring.” But, it’s not all bad. I do get to see Betty the Body at the Mind Zi Tavern. And I get a little high just walking in the front door of the Mentant Temple. Some things never change, though – the scariest dudes I talk to are still real estate brokers. Like they say at the academy, you gotta look before you transport. One wrong move and a guy could end up an artichoke.