Star Wars: DJ Did It

In the lockup holds on Canto Bight, there's a legend about a guy named DJ that holds, if you need something done, he's your man.  The thing is, it's really only the people in the lockup holds who traffic the legend.  Everyone else there thinks they're the ones who can do whatever it is you need. 

Canto Bight, in short, is the kind of planet with two distinct levels of social order.  The top level is the one having all the fun.  The bottom level is the one being tossed into the lockup holds.  On any other world, you might be able to get away with dismissing the ones in the lockup holds as criminal element, but on Canto Bight, you have to understand that this is perhaps the planet that best illustrates life under the New Order, where corruption reigns supreme and the only way to get ahead is to not care who you're stepping on to get there.  Guys like DJ are the ones who get stepped on. 

He'll be the first to stab you in the back, don't get me wrong, but he has limits, and that's what makes him different from that top level.  There are no limits in the top level.  The bottom level, here's where you get all the poor suckers who set limits, who might compromise themselves sometimes, but who otherwise don't live their lives by compromising their principles.  Even if they have no idea what they believe in, they know what they don't believe in. 

DJ was a regular scoundrel, let's just get that out of the way.  He would stutter when feeling cornered.  The only real way to know he existed at all was to stumble across the man himself.  But those who knew him, never forgot him. 

He could break any code.  If there was a particularly tricky job done anywhere he'd been, you can be sure he did it, or was involved or in all likelihood consulted, even by those who were supposed to be his rivals.  He was indispensable, once you knew he existed. 

But was he particularly liked?  Of course not.  I mean, he was liked, but he wasn't the type to go out of his way to make friends.  He had acquaintances.  Friendship implies an interest in sticking around.

Long story short, the residents of Canto Bight's lockup holds considered DJ responsible for...everything.  The good and the bad.  If anything was ever going to change there, he would be given the credit, even if it was a change for the worse.  I didn't say the guy was lucky. 

But on the whole, he was a pretty good guy.