Prince of Katarr
Nej Tane.
Planet-owner.
Sort of.
Planet-governor.
Planet caretaker?
Planet renter?
At any rate, Nej Tane was now in possession of something entirely unique: a planet. A whole. Friggin'. Planet.
And with that, he had a problem:
The planet sucked.
Had no people. In fact, all the people of Katarr were dead. And had been for a long, long, long time. Sure, here and there, some people moved in, this and that. But nothing really was built, because the planet sucked!
But....
But........
It was still a planet.
With stuff.
Not stuff Nej could steal, loot, or anything. But, as far as mining rights went, it was in a safe system. Because the Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders technically owned it. And he hadn't really run it by them yet. But he imagine they didn't care, he had, according to some ancient tradition or something, won the planet or had it... he didn't really know, he remembered losing a bunch of money, being half-asleep, and then a Mandalorian showing up at his door with a lot of paperwork and grumbling. But, he knew that an entire planet was a healthy amount of stuff in it. Minerals, ores, rocks, ancient ruins of a bygone-civilization, all up for grabs. And something about a Sith named Darth Nihilus or whatever that existed a really, really, long time ago in a place far far away.
So, there were a couple of stipulations on Nej's end, as he waited for the auction bids to roll in, electronically or in-person, as he sat at the front of the room at the auction house. He probably wouldn't sell (on purpose) to any real enemies of the Neo Crusaders (but their enemies were kinda everyone, including him so....), and definitely they'd have to let the Neo Crusaders take a cut, or at least, give them something, or at the also very least, let them use their bases. In return, well, he imagined the Neo Crusaders just not killing them outright.
That was kinda their style.
Nej was most excited, not about the money, not about turning this planet deal into a real business venture, that all was secondary to the biggest item on the agenda for Nej today:
Hitting the little gavel to start the auction.
"You may place your bets, pretty people."
Nej was a moron.