The Black Sun Captain boots clicked on the metal surface of the Gateway, his black cape flowing behind as he walked its halls. He was flanked my two other operatives, for show more than anything. The Captain despised being powerless. This was not his home, and he held no power here. He especially hated dealing with those outside the organization. Despite Piccolo's assertions, he found them inferior. But the Black Sun was short on man power. Even he acknowledged they had no choice. The Captain located his contact and sat down with the man, the two operatives remained standing.
"Grangel Dartooni, I am here to brief you on an assignment the Black Sun would like to contract you for. The execution of the Mercenaries unit often employed by the Hutts and other underworld figures, I'm sure you've heard of them. We know the top members of the group, Rane Scando, Tekkan Raas, and Mike Attard. These will be your principle targets. The payment will be 100,000 credits, and an extra 20,000 if you personally kill one of them. What do you say?"