Nar Shaddaa was traditionally a filthy infestation of twisted metal and lawlessness. Every night stewed the slums of darkness fraught with danger and secrecy. Tonight was no different. In the less-known area of the city lies an old abandon warehouse. From the outside, several warnings can be seen painted and taped across entrances. The inside, however, had temporarily been converted into a more desirable location, without the odors and sounds that mangle Nar. Several unmarked ships could be seen outside the warehouse, if one was so lucky to get close enough to see. Snipers and surveillance had been set up days in advance for this meeting.