Grace's Skippray Blastboat parked itself inside a docking bay in the city of Lessu. The city had expanded over the years, giving it a far more bustling and modern look. The young and budding crime lord arrived on the planet with her entire crew... A protocol droid, and a single nikto mercenary... On how their syndicate had fallen from grace. Many years ago, it was said that her ancestor Tyber Zann once owned a palace on Ryloth and that they had moved millions of credits over the years. Unfortunately, that was around a century or two ago.
She had arrived looking to carve out her own territory in the underworld, and spread corruption across the alley ways of the entire planet in due time. First however, a black market in Lessu would suffice. The door of the large ship would fold closed, and a small ramp would extend to allow Grace and her crew down. She would walk out into a semi-busy spaceport. The nikto mercenary at her side would remark, "Never been here before boss. Where were we suppose to set up shop?" He would be quickly quieted as the woman retorted "Sush! Keep it down Havvs... I already have a spot scouted downtown. The place use to be some kind of junk dealership, but I managed to Stea--uh acquire the deed."
Sure, they had a location, but what were they going to sell? A black market could hardly be considered a market without stock. Her protocol droid, who was refurbished B1 would point this out, "Uhhh... Mrs. Zann. We may have the deed, but what wares do we plan on selling?" That was... A very good point. They needed someone who could get them product, someone like a smuggler perhaps?
Where would they find someone with that skill set on such short notice?
@Howie Boy