Sol'id Fist stepped off the landing platform and found himself within the crowds and bowels of Treasure Ship Row. As he marched through the wide avenues and thick crowds, men, women, and aliens parting before him, he thought of his next move. He recalled two old friends that lived around these parts, and in all probability he would talk to both. First however, he'd check up on Othik Chekka. The Information Broker had been thorough on their last meeting. He would see if the Rodian had anything valuable to share. The big Mandalorian kept his shoulders relaxed as he walked, but his eyes were ever moving behind his visor, and his hands held onto his custom rifle with practiced ease.