After the battle of Jakku and the Galactic Concordance, the future was quite uncertain. Even though Captain Tarunt was quite glad to see the end of yet another war, but as the New Republic stood down from its war footing, their eyes turned to those who had served the Empire.
Unfortunately for the Captain, the multiple redacted entries in her service record, the transport of sensitive materials to what would become the Death Star I and the near stellar record of her Victory Class Star Destroyer throughout the Clone Wars and all the way until shortly after Alderaan . . She was not looked at it a positive light. Of course, why would she be? She knew it before she had even defected - she might've been a damn fine Officer, but she was no good as a Rebel.
The trail that proceeded were weighted against her, but she had to suppose she got off light. Grounded. Discharged and forbidden from joining any sort of 'confrontational armed group', with a black mark on her records so anyone who bothered to check would know who she was.
Never mind her defection.
And so, there she was, now nothing more than a Civilian. Quick action had allowed her to requisition a Sentinel Class Shuttle - now with certain wing details painted in a light purple to seperate it from the Imperial remnants - so she wasn't completely out, and she still had her rather generous Officer's salary, saved over the decades.
A pitstop later as she refuelled and purchased consumables to keep her going, she honestly hadn't expected to be approached by anyone not looking for trouble, least of all someone hoping to hire.
She looked at the figure carefully, her first thought was to just decline her and send her on her way. Surely, this would only lead to trouble? As she thought about it though, she finally recognised the armoured figure as a Mandalorian. A people now scattered thanks to the Great Purge of Mandalore. Even though the former Captain had no part in it, she couldn't blindly ignore the fact she served the Empire who committed it.
"Maybe." She responded, likewise in Huttese. It was rusty, but she knew enough to mostly get by. "Where to? And . . . How much?"