The Bright Jewel Sector, a system located toward the mid rim of the galaxy held within it a junkyard of a planet called Ord Mantell. The majority of the planet coated in mountains of junk and filth, where many a crashed speeder, scrapped ship, and broken down droid would be taken to be added to the ever growing pile. A planet that houses a seedy underworld for some of the galaxies most notorious smugglers, thieves, spice runners, and other wretched examples of scum and villainy. A planet that holds little value to a majority folk in the galaxy-aside as an occasional stop in the middle of a hyperspace run for food and drink. Most folk never purposefully plan for a trip to Ord Mantell, and yet it is here where an unlikely group of strangers would ultimately meet. A good walk away from the dry dock of Brighter Days-an Ord Mantellen "city" comprised mainly of scrap and broken dreams- and past the local Cantina stood a large three story building. One that was nearly impossible to miss. Not only did this structure tower over most of the other buildings around it, it was also one of the few structures in the entire city that was actually constructed out of a reliable building material and not just rust and grime. Such a building was the location the open call for hired guns from one Motzula the Hutt instructed any would-be mercenary to go. The entrance to the building had two 2 meter tall droids armed with DLT-18 Laser Rifles standing on either side of the sealed blast door. A low synthetic voice would utter out from one of them: "[State Your Business]".