Aela Talith
The Righteous
Financial District
"This Moon has been controlled by one government or another for as long as I can remember. When I was a kid it was the Hutt's, then the Black Sun, then the Republic, now the Techno Union. Everyone says they want something better. Everyone says that they care and want to see this world improve for the better, but the end result is always the same. Millions of refugees, thousands starving to death, and countless lives simply forgotten on the smugglers moon. Perhaps it's time to remind them we're still here."
The message played over and over again on the screens all around the Nar Shaddaa Central Trade Tower, a building that for the past three decades or so had been the home of Nar Shaddaa's rather shady financial dealings. Within the Trade Tower lavished the heads of criminal organizations, major businesses, even a few minor government entities. It was here that the rich came to exploit Nar Shaddaa herself, where deals were made and where the refugees and downtrodden of the smugglers moon were maneuvered into taking the financial losses of the rich. This was not some conspiracy, not a tall tale told by Children, but a financial fact.
For millenia The Smugglers Moon had been the home of criminals, refugees, murderers, and scum.
That scum included those who would exploit others, who would see the downtrodden pushed to worse and worse situations. They used the refugees and the poor of Nar Shaddaa for their own means, maneuvering them into low paying factory jobs, pushing them for government aid which was then stolen. A thousand difference scams were used to garner money from the people of Nar Shaddaa, and all of them were conducted through the Nar Shaddaa Central Trade Tower. Everyone knew this, but nobody said it. Governments shied away, uncaring or simply ignorant, everyone else? Everyone else was too weak to do anything about it.
Well, nearly everyone.
As the message played over and over again, repeating with only that strange symbol floating in the center of the screen something began to happen at the base of the tower. There was a buzzing, a loud droning of engines. The speeders parked in front of the tower began to vibrate, their engines spooling up but seemingly never releasing their pent up energy. They began to shake, to thrum, and then suddenly, they exploded.
Four speeder cars erupted into massive fireballs of shrapnel and heat, consuming the sidewalk and peppering everything around it with sharp bits of superheated metal.