Running log #011...

Twelve people managed to become targets for the Galaxy's biggest criminal organisation and the Republic, with enough ships stored away to conquer a planet. And it was only just after the war. Pretty good going, if you ask me. Though, saying we had enough ships to conquer a planet doesn't affect much, as even we couldn't man them all at once.

Anyway, onto what we were doing next.

We decided that if our crusade was to be a success, we needed what pretty much ran the galaxy (beyond violence, food and gravity): money. At first, when the subject was brought up, we thought the only way a strike team of Mando'ade could get money was by selling ourselves out to people like the Exchange - and I'm sure you know how they'd feel if we came asking for a job. But then we thought of a better idea, one that could prove interesting for us, wouldn't soil our honour, and had more benefits on the side.

We set a course for Tatooine.

It's well known that Mandalorians can build camps faster than any civilisation in the history of the Galaxy, and we decided to prove that. We landed our ship (only the freighter, which we decided to call the Gra'tua) on Guermessa, the planet's second moon, and set up a camp as our base (one of the Republic ships had communications equipment and that sort of tech that we could use there), as we'd all got a bit tired of living literally in the middle of nowhere. Also, having a base on one of the moons of Tatooine let us make use of the Czerka Corp. outpost on the planet itself - no, of course we weren't going to go down there and buy stuff like normal customers. We began the very, very lengthly process of bringing the entire Republic assault force we'd collected to the edge of the system, and I really won't bore you with how long that took, I'll just skip to what we did when we finished the job.

We docked in the only docking port on the planet, known as Anchorhead. We were stopped by an official from Czerka, who demanded we give him some money. We said no. He insisted. We shot him. A pair of guards came over to us with blaster pistols. We shot them. We walked through to the Czerka office, where we met the person in charge. She tried to pay us to kill some people. We refused. She tried to pay us more. We refused. She was confused, but asked us what we wanted anyway. We requested that we be given 35% of all the money made on Tatooine for the rest of Czerka's occupation of the planet. She refused. We asked her to scan for all ships in the system. She found our assault force, which she believed was manned. She accepted our terms.

And that's how we got a permanent source of income without soiling our honour, which proved very important in operations to come.

I'll tell you more about them in future logs.

END OF LOG #011