Quite simply, the journey over to Mimban had been hell. Not just for Arok but undoubtedly for the other passengers on the trio of CT-1000 Liners which had made their way from Tatooine. Arok had sat at the back of the ship, complaining the entire time, but the other passengers had been relatively muted in their protestations. Probably because, on each vessel, some two-thirds of the tickets had been purchased by the Cartel, one way or another, and the ships had been stuffed with thugs.
On Aroks transport, one-hundred Gamorrean boars had stunk the place out. A blend of species occupied most of the seats on the other two. Some three-hundred thugs came to Mimban today, alongside many RN-18 droids in the cargo hold.
Arok was impressed with the mastery of his plan as the ships touched down on Mimban and the exit doors opened.
The first wave of many had arrived.
Under his own power, Arok headed out to the landing area behind several Gamorreans, who were headed to collect their luggage. He surveyed the landing space, spotting the other Cartel members spilling out of the transports. Technically, nothing they had done was illegal - after all, who made it a crime to travel by public transport? Arok sneered to himself as he marvelled at the genius of his plan.
The takeover of Mimban had begun.
"Welcome to Mimban, please present your travel documents." a bored-sounding droid approached. Arok smiled, drool slapping down his chin as he waved his datapad - everything was in order; even the weapons he now collected from his case had been licensed for import. He eased himself up onto a rented skiff which he had hired for his stay here and gathered his equipment, a boonta blaster his father had purchased for him, and nothing else.
Looking around, he watched as the other goons unloaded and began to head into town.