Sol'id Fist's ship 'The Hammer' suddenly materialized from out of hyperspace, before making a careful but quick flight toward Coronet. His mind worked like a machine, information passing through his head before he came to a conclusion. "[color=ed1c24]Treasure Ship Row,[/color]" he said aloud, deciding he would begin there first. The large open aired mall was full of underhanded dealings and any vice one could grab. Even if one of the targets wasn't there, someone there would know where they were. It was a place for a lot of off-worlders as well. He wouldn't need to worry on whether or not he'd fit in. 

The Mandalorian landed 'The Hammer' on the closest port to the Blue Sector, stepping off and paying the small fee for docking. He had his weapons strapped to his armor, his armor encased air tight around his massive frame, and his tools along his utility belt. Anyone who cared could see he was either a Bounty Hunter, Assassin, or hired muscle. A common sight in 'Treasure Ship Row,' from what he knew from past experiences. He'd only been there once, years ago. Hopefully not much had changed. The Hunter began to move.