Wild Mynock Chase
You have GOT to be kidding me!
So, I meet my contact on Polis Massa and guess what? He doesn't ACTUALLY have the information on who is looking for me or what the job is. He has information on another contact who knows the guy.
This amateur-hour crap really pisses me off. This information couldn't have been sent to me through other channels? I had to come all the way out to fracking Polis Massa?! AND he expected me to pay him for this tip! Tell you what, buddy, I'll let you keep your left arm because I'm in a generous mood. Consider that payment in full.
OH, and guess where the new contact is! Can you guess? I bet you can! TATOOINE! I kid you not.
Why? Why THAT planet? Of all the BILLIONS of planets, why that one? The odds have exceeded all bounds of rationality.
If this whole run-around turns out to be someone yanking my chain...I wouldn't want to be the last contact on the list, you know what I'm saying?