Narrator: Meanwhile, near the galactic core. . .
Jevee Ceeta: Hello, General. I almost didn't recognize you. Nice head.
Xinchub: Ceeta!
Jevee Ceeta: Surprised to see me?
Xinchub: A little. Petey said the team he hired to find you came back empty-handed.
Jevee Ceeta: I killed the king with his own security 'bot! Every government agent, bounty hunter, cop, and concerned citizen on Yoming wanted to find me.
Jevee Ceeta: I didn't want to be found.
Jevee Ceeta: I had to resort to the old "hat and sunglasses" trick.
Xinchub: I doubt that's the extent of your chicanery.
Jevee Ceeta: Well. . . I did pay a lot of money for the hat.
Xinchub: And?
Jevee Ceeta: And. . . I had the entire Prandial petty cash account in my pockets for assorted bribes.
Jevee Ceeta: Okay. And I left a trail of mayhem across three continents, a spaceport, and two different passenger liners.
Xinchub: That's more like it.
Jevee Ceeta: If you ever hear a "ghost liner" neo-legend featuring a purple vampire and a ship full of corpses, they're exaggerating.

A little.