Nar Shaddaa
Deep within the heart of the immense city, a city encompassing an entire planet, a lone Mandalorian stepped amongst the thieves and the smugglers, the murderers and the gunmen. Everything gave off an aura of sleaziness and uncleanliness, but somehow it reminded him of Seleheyron, of his home. He continued among the crowds, the night sky only accentuating the dizzying neon that plagued the entire planet. Something however, was not right. He could smell the rich scent of battle, an odour familiar to a Mandalorian such as himself, but from where he knew not. Heightening his alert, he continued to wade through the scum.