Giza Vrei sat in the cockpit of her mistress, Borga the Hutt's, YT-2400 freighter watching the light show that was hyperspace. She wasn't needed in the cockpit, the aging freighter was completely operated by the R4 astromech droid Borga had sent along to translate and provide communication in case of mission failure. She was also not needed to operate the ship's guns as her mistress had not seen fit to add to the rudimentary for and aft defensive auto-turrets. Giza was only in the cockpit because she was unsure how she felt about the crew she had been given and whether or not they could be trusted with the assigned task.

First there was the Mon Calamari, Chalu Nomi. She was the only one on the ship not property of Borga, but was rumored to be in a large amount of debt to the Hutt after working her way from the Galactic Core to Nul Hutta as she moved from university to university, getting schooling wherever she could, which Giza knew must be hard in the territories of the xenophobic Empire. Giza assumed Chalu had to have a certain amount of grit and street smarts to grow up so far away from her home planet and species, but the fact remained the Mon Cal was still just a scholar.

The more worrisome of her crew was Alay-Venn Wudi, the Cerean from the ranks of the favored slaves. Usually not ever subject to grunt work due to their higher value to Borga, it said a lot that Alay was not only being sent on what could be a suicide run, but was also put in a subservient role to Giza herself. Giza chose to believe that the ranking was due to her own uncanny luck and skill on missions rather than the rumors floating around about Alay's potential disloyalty.

Dragged from her thoughts by the R4 unit, Giza saw that they were close to dropping out of hyperspace and figured it was time to stop putting off the inevitable and meet her crew and grab her gear. The other two were in the cargo hold when she arrived, pulling weapons out of their personal lockers and making sure their armor was properly attached. Out of her own locker Giza pulled out a set of padded clothing and a light blaster. As she was putting on the clothing she thought she heard Alay whisper "What is a twi'lek dancing girl supposed to do, force the blood from the enemies brains' and into their pants?" To which she responded with a glare that made the taller alien look very, very small.

"Get your shit together and be ready to go the second we land." Giza said to the two, in what she hoped was a commanding tone.

Chalu, the Mon Cal, raised a webbed hand. "What is the mission..."

"Giza, the name's Giza. And the mission is to collect a data chip on the possession of a wookiee. This wookiee was last known to be captured by a group of trandoshan slavers, so we are landing outside of their camp on Kasshyyk." The other two nodded and then looked at each other. Giza stared back in an uncomfortable silence until they felt the ship land and the bay door opened. "Any plans?" She asked.

"Why don't we sneak up to the camp and see what the situation is?" Alay suggested and the others agreed and did just that. Not more than a few feet through the trees they came to an edge of a clearing. In the clearing stood five trandoshans, the biggest, a grey-green skinned lizard with a missing eye, stood by a bloody alter skinning a wookiee. Off to the side were two crude cages, one empty but for blood stains, one with a single slightly graying wookiee.

"Maybe we can just ask to buy the data chip off of them." Giza said. At the nods of the others she boldly walked into the clearing until the trandoshans noticed her and surrounded the group.

The one eyed leader stepped to the forefront of the group and addressed Giza. "What do you outsssidersss want?" It hissed.

Giza tried to put on the natural charm of her species and in an innocent voice asked, "We are just looking for a data chip we heard one of these wookiees stole. We would be most grateful if you would let us look for it after you are done."

"Also we don't need the wookiee alive or anything." Chalu hastily added to the roar of the lone wookiee survivor.

The group of trandoshans seemed focused on Giza's exotic purple body, but were unwilling to negotiate in the end much to Alay's annoyance. In annoyance more than in any strategic effort he pulled out his blaster pistol, which was quickly followed by the trandoshans' and crew mates' weapons.

Whether it was surprise or blood lust clouding their minds, the trandoshans only managed to get in a few glancing blows on the crew before they were cut down one by one. Giza was as surprised as anyone by the outcome, partially because she knew trandoshans were renowned warriors, but mostly because each and every one of her shots was uncannily accurate, finding a vulnerable spot between the lizards' scales each time she pulled the trigger.

Once the smoke and ozone had cleared the three survivors spent time searching the bodies, both wookiee and trandoshan, for anything of value and the all important datachip. Against Chalu's suggestion Giza freed the wookiee prisoner and asked if it had seen the datachip. This time her charm worked well enough for the wookiee to provide the datachip in question and thank the group in his own language before disappearing into the woods.

Their mission accomplished, the three aliens all went back to their ship and loaded up for the R4 to fly them back to Nal Hutta. The long trip was mostly uneventful, with the crew just starting to get to know each other a little better and ultimately culminated in the naming of their ship. It was from then on known as the Orgy.