Mangus didn't particularly like Nar Shaddaa, and not just because of everything he went through here when he was young. The air was thick here, stagnant with the stench of decay and desperation, and it lingered in his lungs as sighed. Once again he had found himself on the planet he hated above all others in the Galaxy, and Mangus only hoped that this trip would be worth it. He opened the door to the Jek'Tar Bar, a scummy dive down in the slums, and was met with the usual clamor found in such places. A few high pitched yells over the murmuring of the crowd, a cheap imitation of a popular song played by the band, tables and chairs thumping across the floor, those coupled with the occasional blaster fire gave clear signals to Mangus he was in the right place. He had gotten wind of a rather pricey contract on some rouge spice merchant that decided to spilt on his partners with most of their cash and product. While High-Profile targets weren't really his thing, Mangus had heard through the grapevine the rouge merchant was planning to do business with the some obscure group of slavers operating in the Outer Rim. Once he made contact with them he was as good as gone, Mangus knew that all too well, but if he was able to catch him this payday would set him up for quite some time. So it was that he now found himself here in what might be the sleaziest bar on all of Nar Shaddaa waiting for the employer to appear and deliver the details to him and any other hopeful bounty hunters out there in the crowd. Mangus could make a few of them at first glance, though those were likely the novices of the bunch. He knew it was the ones that didn't make themselves so boldly known that he would truly have to compete with. "You here 'bout the bounty?" The bartender leaned in towards Mangus and spoke, his breath emitting a rotten odor resembling something close to rotten pickles. "Why do you ask?" Mangus asks with a wry smile upon his face. "Do I look like a bounty hunter to you?" The bartender then grunted and sneered at Mangus for a moment before continuing. "Listen smartass they paid me to tell all you bounty hunter types to head to the back table if you are interested, now fuck off. You're crowding my bar. "Yeah yeah, I gotcha chief." Mangus said dismissively as he stood giving a slight wave towards the bartender as he headed for the backroom, unsure of what he might find there.