The veteran laughs.
"A Jedi Master would've probably checked these things, but a novice wouldn't. You pissed off one of the largest piracy operations in this sector and didn't think they would find ways to get back at you? I bet you didn't even look to see if they had pinned a bounty on you. You've got a price on your head, Wentar."
The veteran retrieves a handheld hologram projector from his utility belt. He takes a moment to key in a command, and a hologram appears. It is a loop of you fighting about the Seat of Srum, lightsaber in hand, deflecting lasers.
A block of text appears. You're wanted dead or alive, and the sum offered by the Overlord is hefty either way.