Gargon, Edge of the Mandalore Sector
The planet of Gargon was a shit hole, like most planets in the Mandalore sector. Something about the way they were always itching for a fight meant that Mandalorians weren't exactly the best at keeping their shit nice. Something Blank Solus could relate to, because she was itching for a fight. The planet had long ago been taken over by scum and gangsters, though the odd mandalorian here and there weren't an uncommon sight in the mountain town of Wartus. Blank wasn't there for the gangsters, or the other mandos, or even the warty ass town. She was there for one thing.
Spice.
The planet was a gold mine when it came to raw spice, processed by the gangsters into both medicinal and recreational varieties that were then proliferated across the galaxy on the black market. As far as Blank Solus was concerned, that spice should belong to Clan Solus and the Mandalorians. Ever eager to do anything other than sit on her ass, Blank had put together a little team to help her 'liberate' the spice from the great vaults of Gargon and for that reason was walking the streets of wartass in her beskar'gam. A hooded poncho covered most of her armor with really only the visor visible. It also did a good job covering the array of weapons she carried, minus the pair of WESTAR-35s on her hips.
"The vaults where the gangsters keep the spice are deep under the mountain." Blank whispered in her helmet to her compatriots over the comlink. "I don't know exactly where the access point is, but the local crime boss knows." The implication of her words were pretty clear. Get whichever crime boss ran the town to tell them where they needed to go, break in and get out. They had a fast freighter waiting on standby that could make a pickup run once they had the goods. "Anyone else is fair game." Blank finished with a grinning tone. Her trigger finger was getting itchy already and she couldn't wait for things to pop off.
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