Tanaab, once a luscious landscape filled with beautiful rolling hills and forests, now riddled with air pollution after industrialization finally arrived. New cities were created. One city, Lyanora, was one of the first. The town always seemed dim because of the cloud of pollution that sat above. The ground, littered in garbage. Walls were caked with graffiti. Small gangs spurted up here and there throughout the city. But only one truly rose to power, known as the Trian'qov Family. A crime syndicate ran by a Bothan, Trivaard Trian'qov, better known by Triv, who had been considered missing after being released from prison. The main business is run inside of a tavern formerly known as the 'Pickled Ale". Inside is not only where "business" happens, but also where one would normally be able to find Triv and his goons. Triv stood in a room with 6 of his best men, behind them stood his latest sale, a freight of explosives. He patiently waited for the buyer to show up. To him, this was just any ordinary transaction, even if the buyer was running late. Normally he'd start to get suspicious by now, but this was his largest sale yet, and he wasn't worried about some lost time. But he was a busy man and had places to be. Hopefully the buyers would arrive soon.