Voice was swooping through the Sand Dunes in Tatooine with his brand new ZEPHYR-G SWOOP bike. He the sight of the sand running past him as he zoomed across the arid terrain. Voice looked around the arid terrain and noticed nothing but piles of sand everywhere. Then when he looked back to the front of his swoop there was a Bantha walking sluggishly into Voice's path. Voice turned the handles and leaned over to the left in a desperate attempt to avoid a collision with the giant animal. His bike turned too much and spinned out of control, the bike crashed into a nearby sand pit wrecking it completely. Voice, luckily, jumped off of the bike before it made contact with the pit.

Voice looked at the wrecked bike and became enraged over how hard he worked to get that bike. He looked at the Bantha, still walking sluggish, and ran towards it and punched at the Bantha. The Bantha ignored Voice's attempts to hurt it and kept walking. Voice, realizing now his dumb attempts to hurt the Bantha wasn't working, walked to the wrecked bike to examine the damage. He shook his head a few times as he realized the bike was going nowhere any time soon. Voice started his very very long journey back to Mos Eisely, the town where he departed from. It took him five hours to get to the town's mechanic shop. After multiple attempts to try to get the store clerk to drive him back to his bike, Voice had to walk another five hours back to his swoop with the required tools...

"Someone must hate me up there" Voice thought to himself

A hour passed before Voice was able to get the bike back up on it's hovering feet. He hopped onto the swoop bike and drove to Mos Eisely hoping to go to the Mos Eisely Catina without any more accidents. Thankfully, Voice arrived at the Mos Eisely Catina, however he realized one thing, his wallet was missing. Voice facepalmed and then drove to the mechanic shop. It was closed and the next day was a weekday meaning it won't be open for another three days. Voice, enraged again, kicked the gate that was down in front of the shop.

A few minutes passed before he was able to calm himself. Voice wanted to go to the Catina really badly considering how he's been to one only once before, but he had no money. He tried to think of a way to go into the Catina and enjoy himself. It took him a few minutes but he came up with an elaborate plan. Convinced his plan would work he hopped onto his swoop and drove off to the Catina.

When Voice arrived in front of the Catina he dismounted off of his swoop bike and looked around. He was trying to find a "slum" child willing to help him in his plan. Considering this was Mos Eisely, Voice found one easily and convinced the child to help him. After Voice went through the plan with the child three times he walked inside the Catina with the child. He directed the child into a nearby empty seat and gave him a pat on the shoulder indicating for him to stay there.  The child nodded and sat there waiting for Voice's cue.

Voice walked up to the Bartender and asked for a shot of Corellian Ale. The Bartender nodded a few times and went off to grab the shot glass and the Corellian Ale bottle. Voice turned his head to face the child. They were looking at each other and Voice gave a thumbs up to the child. The child nodded and jumped off of the seat. The Bartender slammed the shot glass on the counter lightly and poured the ale into the glass, then the Bartender placed the bottle on the counter as well.. Voice looked back to the Bartender.

"That'll be four." said the Bartender

Voice nodded and then dug in his pocket pretending to try to find his wallet. The child realized that was his cue and started yelling from the top of his voice and started running around, jumping on tables and smashing the patrons' glass cups, and bottles. The Bartender looked at the child and went to him, leaving Voice alone with the shot glass filled with Corellian Ale and the Corellian Ale bottle. Voice didn't turn his head to look at the child but he stopped pretending and leaned both of his forearms onto the counter. He took the shot glass and quickly engulfed the small amount of ale that was in there. He then grabbed the Corellian Ale bottle and hid it under his jacket and walked off. The Bartender was too occupied with the child to even notice Voice walking off.
But, before Voice was able to leave the Catina a large hand slapped Voice on the shoulder and gripped it tightly causing Voice to stop in his tracks. Then he heard a coarse voice behind his back.

"Going somewhere with that bottle?"