Nobody went to the Drunken Gundark. Literally nobody, the door to the small seedy bar in downtown Lothal City was almost always locked. This was not because the place was running out of business, but because the business itself didn't exist. The drunken Gundark was a front for one of the most exclusive black markets in the outer rim.
Once you entered the building you were greeted by a speeder, piloted by a weequay in a black and gold uniform. He would lead you through a series of underground tunnels, until you reached the large underground structure in the middle of rural Lothal. The structure was full of large warehouses, each containing multiple art projects selling for ridiculously high prices.
This structure was run by a very old, very tired twi'lek. Ex-senator Orn Free Taa had escaped the purges of the republic senate and had survived on his vast sums of money. This was until it ran out. Orn Free Taa had very expensive tastes and needed a new source of income and fast.
That was when they had contacted him, the infamous Black Sun, a crime syndicate that spanned the galaxy. Their representative had explained that they were in need of someone to take over operations on Lothal. Orn Free Taa had agreed instantly and was shipped to Lothal the next day.
The old twi'lek stroked one of his lekku nervously, he'd been informed that a new piece of art would be arriving today and it was going to sell for more credits than he had amassed in all his years of embezzling credits while in the republic senate. He stared down at the gold and black robes he was wearing. The gold and black were the official colours of Black Sun but were not often given to non-members of the organisation. He walked out of his quarters and into the main hall of the exhibition rooms.
There in the centre of the room was a colossal crate, around it was a gaggle of Black Sun mercenaries. Their leader, a large human that Orn Free Taa only knew as The Enforcer, stepped towards him.
"Ah, Mr Free Taa you've arrived" the humans voice was smooth but with a slight edge to it. He turned to the towering crate, "Shall we see our next big seller. Open her up boys!" His last sentence was roared and the mercenaries heaved open the front of the crate.
Orn Free Taa's mouth fell open, inside the crate was an imperial AT-ST. It had been sprayed in a manic mix of oranges, pinks and purple's.
The Enforcer turned to the astounded Twi'lek "That's nothing, wait till you see the back." He led the ex-senator round to the back of the walker. More of the paint that had coated the front was back here, the entire thing was covered head to metal foot. But there on the AT-ST's back plate was a blood red decal. It was the skull of a Mythosaur, a mighty creature of legend prised by the people of Mandalor it's skull a symbol of their warriors.
"It's another one by the Mighty Mando" Orn Free Tar almost squealed in pure joy. "But I thought he only Tagged walls?" Orn's question was met by a chuckle from the human next to him.
"Who cares what this guy does. As long as they keep working, we keep earning." The human roared with laughter and Orn Free Taa joined him, his lekku jiggling in excitement.
The Ex-senator, now black sun partner, suddenly grew deathly silent "Contact the buyers. Let's earn some money!"