My Hilarious Misadventures Sneaking into Gorak's Suite in Star Wars Outlaws

Ah, Toshara. The jewel of the Outer Rim, they said. A place of opportunity, they said. What they didn't mention was the welcoming committee of bandits trying to turn me and my poor buddy Waka into space dust the moment we landed. After a rather undignified chase that involved more crashing than I'd like to admit, I finally rolled into town, my new speeder smelling faintly of burnt wiring and regret. Waka, ever the optimist, pointed me toward the Cantina. "Find Gorak," he said. "Get a job," he said. Simple, right? Oh, you sweet summer child. Little did I know, getting an audience with the head Pyke would require less a job interview and more a masterclass in breaking and entering.

So there I was, standing outside the swanky entrance to Gorak's suite, feeling about as welcome as a bantha in a china shop. The bouncers looked at me, looked at each other, and then looked back at me with a mix of pity and disdain that could curdle blue milk. No invitation? No dice. I even ran into a charming fellow inside the Cantina who offered me a "VIP ticket" for a cool 50 credits. The bartender's booming laugh that followed my earnest inquiry still haunts my dreams. Note to self: in 2026, if someone in a space bar offers you a deal that sounds too good to be true, they are almost certainly trying to fund their next questionable fashion choice.

Defeated, I moped around the Cantina. That's when I spotted her: a woman tinkering with an elevator panel, muttering about faulty wiring. A spark of hope! Maybe I could... persuade her. I sauntered over, trying my best "smooth operator" face. It did not work. She wanted a bribe, and my pockets were echoing with the sound of emptiness. I tried to bluff. "Do you know who I am?" I asked, channeling my inner scoundrel. She gave me a once-over, noted the blaster burn on my jacket from the earlier bandit skirmish, and simply said, "Someone who needs to find another way in." Touché.

Dejected, I wandered toward the back. And that's where I saw it. My salvation. On one side, a door leading to a back alley that probably smelled like week-old Gungan stew. On the other side... a beautiful, glorious, slightly rusty air vent. Jackpot. Now, lockpicking in Star Wars Outlaws is an art form. It's less about delicate tools and more about convincing a stubborn piece of metal that it really wants to open. After a few tense moments of fumbling (and one silent prayer to the Force), the vent grate clattered open. I squeezed in, my faithful companion Nix chirping encouragingly from my shoulder, probably wondering why his human insists on crawling through ducts instead of using the front door like a civilized being.

The vent deposited me into an elevator, which whisked me up into the heart of the lion's den. One moment I was covered in space dust, the next I was surrounded by Gorak's actual VIPs, sipping fancy drinks while an Imperial officer was giving the Pyke boss a lecture that would make a Stormtrooper blush. I tried to look inconspicuous, which is hard when you've just popped out of a ventilation shaft. The cutscene played out, and let's just say the meeting ended with more tension than a hyperdrive coil about to snap.

But here's the fun part. Later on, after doing some jobs and generally making a nuisance of myself around Toshara, I had a choice. A very clear, "this-will-affect-your-entire-game" kind of choice. I met with Eleera from the Crimson Dawn. She had that look in her eye—the one that says, "I have information, and it's going to cost you." She wanted me to snitch on Gorak. Now, I'm no saint, but there's a code. Sort of. I looked at her, looked at the potential future of being hunted by angry Pykes, and decided that maybe, just maybe, honesty was the best policy. This time.

So, I went back to the Cantina. I braced myself for another vent-crawling session. But to my absolute shock, the bartender just nodded toward the stairs. "He's expecting you," he grumbled, adding the cheerful warning, "It's your funeral." Charming fellow. This time, I just... walked right in. No bouncers, no bribes, no ductwork. Gorak was there, and he was actually... happy to see me? Well, as happy as a crime lord can be. He appreciated me not selling him out to a rival syndicate. Who knew loyalty (or strategic self-preservation) paid such dividends?

Let me tell you, the difference between my first and second visit was night and day.

• Visit One: Covert ops, grease stains, existential dread.

• Visit Two: Casual stroll, a nod from the staff, a slightly less hostile crime boss.

It's a perfect early-game lesson in Star Wars Outlaws: your choices with the major syndicates matter, and sometimes, playing the long game and keeping your mouth shut at the right moment can save you a lot of trouble (and dry-cleaning bills for your vent-crawling clothes). Choosing to side with the Pykes here, even in this small way, opened up avenues later that made my life considerably easier. Of course, if you'd rather cozy up to Crimson Dawn, giving Eleera the info is your ticket. Just don't come crying to me when you have Pyke enforcers on your tail every time you try to buy a cup of caf.

Reflecting on it now, in 2026, that whole Gorak's Suite saga was a microcosm of what makes Star Wars Outlaws so brilliantly chaotic. It's not just about blasting Stormtroopers or flying the Millennium Falcon (though, let's be honest, that's pretty cool). It's about these messy, personal, often hilarious interactions in the grimy underbelly of the galaxy. It's about learning that sometimes the back door is a vent, that bartenders have seen it all, and that in the world of scoundrels and outlaws, a little reputational capital can be worth more than a chest full of credits. Just maybe try to earn it without having to crawl through too many ducts, okay?