분주한 우주항구에서 화물선에 기대선 로디안 밀수업자

A male Rodian smuggler with snout leans casually against the hull of his freighter, his dark green skin almost blending into the worn, metal surface of the ship. His leather jacket is torn in places, a testament to countless close calls, and his blaster pistol rests loosely in its holster, ready for a quick draw if needed. Around him, the bustling spaceport is alive with activity; droids scurry by carrying crates, while starships of every size and shape land and take off in a chaotic dance. The air smells of fuel and fried street food, and the distant hum of engines reverberates in the background. The Rodian’s sharp eyes scan the crowd, always on the lookout for a potential job or a dangerous bounty hunter looking to cash in on his name. His ship, a patched-together freighter, hums faintly with idle power behind him, the boarding ramp extended like an open invitation. Overhead, the high buildings of the city reach toward the sky, their lights blinking in the dusk. The Rodian’s posture is relaxed, but theres a tension in his stance hes always ready to run, always ready to fight.

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