One of the good things about Corellia had always been that people respected credits - they would do a lot for the right amount of credits. Not to the same extent as people from, say, Nar Shadaa but it was enough that he had been able to convince the owners of a small-time diner to give him the space for a few hours to host his little meeting.
He had put out feelers, across the Galaxy, through contacts he had made as a mercenary and as someone who had designs beyond merely surviving fighting other people's wars for them.
His own war needed waging but to do so he needed material with which to combat his foes... step one, however, was to bring together a group who could assist him in gathering the materials he needed. Aden he had worked with before and he knew to be a rather straight forward man - he appreciated that and any insight the other man might have in those who answered his call.
He'd put out the word and the word was good; Weapons and Credits, for those with the stomach to take them.
Settling behind the counter of the empty diner, Walt pulled a cold bottle of a soft drink he didn't remember the name of, free from the fridge as he waited.
Who would come and who would be worth working with?
Time to find out.
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