Nar Shaddaa, moon of Nal Hutta which means "glorious jewel" in Huttese. In reality, it was a dump. The streets were covered with the scum that evaded the Republic. It was on this planet that Naga the Hutt resided. Naga was the local crime lord, lording himself over trade of everything, blasters to spice. Rumor has it that he even has a Zakkeg, a creature of a dark brown coloring, a carapace that was resistant to most attack. It is a quadruped and has a large rounded back like a turtle. It was in the Hutt's palace that Travis Ordo, Mandalorian of Clan Ordo, resided.
Travis is 23, born on the planet Ordo. He has wanted to bring the Mandalorians back to the galaxy, in full force. However, he knows that all of the past crusades have failed. The first step of his plan is to get the armor of Mandalore. Naga the Hutt obtained the armor years ago, and he considers it his most prized possession. Naga only lets his top brass see it, and only he knows the code to get the armor, any wrong code and the armor will be destroyed. So for three years Travis worked as Naga's personal bounty hunter, he does not like it or Naga, but he knows that he needs to do the work to get the armor.
Travis stood by Naga the Hutt in full attention. Travis wore Neo Crusader armor, red and white with a domed helmet. His blaster rifle was an out-dated, yet heavly modified E-11. Today was Naga's "new leaf day", he hired more mercenaries, for in the line of duty of Naga the Hutt, many come into service, none ever retire peacefully. The particular mercenary was named Oritsir. Oritsir was another Mandalorian, unlike other Mandalorians, he was not wearing armor. He was 6 foot nothing and was very muscular from a life time of fighting. His hair at one point was a deep brown, but now it is a dull grey. Travis reconized him, Oritsir was the one who trained him to be a Mandalorian, after his father died. Travis shivered, as Oritsir was bansihed from the Mandalorian clans anfter he killed thousands when he tried to become Mandalore, many of which could not defend themselves. Oritsir was forever to be called oritsir - curse.
Oritsir smiled at Naga the Hutt and said, "Grateful host, thank you for your time. I know that many in your service meet... unfortunate endings, but I will assure you, I won't."
Naga laughed and said, "They all say that Mandalorian, but all but Travis here die!"" Naga laughed again.
Oritsir sighed, "Yes but how many were Mandalorians? I mean real Mandalorians. The kind that follow our tenants every day of their life?"
Travis grunted. Naga ignored him, "Fine, 300 is the upfront price and 250 is per week. Not generous, but you have to start somewhere."
"Of course."

Later, Travis confronted Oritsir. "Why are you here?" he demanded.
"For this reason, I need to help you."
"Why would you help me? You trained me, but that is it."
"I have been hired by the Republic to slow Naga's accent to power, and I know that you want Mandalore's armor. The best way to slow him is to hurt is infrastructure and influence, he loses the armor then he loses influence and people will stop paying him 'protection'."
Travis, reluctantly agreed.

Three months later, Naga showed Travis the armor. The armor of Mandalorewas well kept. It was a jet black suit with metallic grey armor, two tubes hooked up to a back air filter for battles in unfavorable conditions. "Now then, Naga. I will be taking this armor and you can't stop me." Travis declared.
Naga laughed and pulled a blaster carbine, "Your blaster cannot peirce my skin."
"No, but this can!" Travis pulled his lightsaber out and cut Naga's arm off. The blade was viridian and glowed faintly. The saber pulsed as Travis held it to Naga's neck. "I am getting this armor."
"No, you are not!" Naga pressed a button to activate the alarms.
Nothing happened.
"Oritsir came through, he disabled your alarm. Oh, and guess what? No one is going to submit to you now, hutt-slime!"