Apex had a reputation. For success, for efficiency, for planning that left echoes long after they'd left the task behind. A reputation whispered in rumor oft unconfirmed. Their sense of discretion was unmatched by other mercenary organizations and the vast majority of their advertisement was through word of mouth. Apex lacked the obsession of glory and direct bloodshot of many similar groups. A scalpel rather than a hammer.
One job done on behalf of Incom got Nakoa in contact with their executives. A series of holomail conversations got him into a meeting. As wary as Incom was to directly deal with any organization after the last century of warfare, Singh was well aware of both his own persuasiveness and ability to leverage the natural abilities of others.
That was why he'd brought on Aden Archer. A talented and proven starfighter pilot, Aden had nothing but success to his name in a variety of small attack craft. Personal obsession and practice brought this man to the point of Force-wielding pilots. So, naturally, he'd been brought along to solidify a long-term contract between Incom and Apex.
There was great confidence that Aden and Nakoa combined would persuade Incom into an exclusive deal to provide Apex with certain future designs as a form of free advertisement. At this point, Apex's reputation supported the idea they were perfectly willing to support an underdog so long as they were paid for it. Given Incom's long-standing support for the Rebel Alliance and the New Republic that followed, this worked in Apex's favor.
Nakoa waited for Aden in a large waiting area, cigarra smoking between their lips and a pair of tortoiseshell glasses perched on their nose while they reviewed reports on a datapad.
@The Good Doctor