The galaxy is otherwise rich in professions. There are bartenders, bounty hunters, geneticists, one librarian, medics, moisture farmers, musicians, senators, soldiers and a lady who sells toads out of the sewer. The character who comes closest to an act of journalism, if we're being generous, is a two-headed alien who commentates during a podrace. His sportscast is mostly hackwork, stuff like "It's Skywalker!" and "The crowds are going nuts!" Worse still, he's not very impartial; at the sight of the gangster Jabba the Hutt, both of his heads gargle in apparent fealty.