Scum. Thats all they were. His skill as a weaponsmith had somehow inevitably landed him in the underbelly of Coruscant among the scum of swoop gangs and thugs. The cantina near his dwelling always played host to Coruscant's less desirable community, but the Weequay were by far the most intolerable. One such Weequay was a thug by the name of Gar'qa, who was unjustifiably always looking for a reason to fight. He had a particular disgust for humans lost in the underbelly cantinas, Jet especially. Gar'qa had once attempted the steal the Hunter's Mark from Jet, which was an utter failure in a most humorous sense to Jet. Aside from being ill-tempered, Gar'qa was a bit of a moron. His most recent apprehension was from an attempted robbery of a location that had no credits to steal: a Coruscant law enforcement facility. He was released after a mere two standard days because no prosecutor could believe anyone was that unfortunately stupid. Jet usually payed no mind to Gar'qa, even when he attempted to steal his ship. It was almost a year ago to the day when it happened. Or rather, almost happened. Gar'qa's attempted ship theft had been foiled by Jet, who was on board his vessel )having just landed in the spaceport) and watched the Weequay approach his vessel from the front and head toward his extending boarding plank.

Gar'qa was promptly shot in the right knee upon entering Jet's ship. At that point, the Weequay began his otherwise pointless grudge against Jet. Although no charges were pressed against the would-have-been theif, Gar'qa had spent the last year attempting to get revenge on Jet. He tried everything from shooting himself in the foot with a blaster to punching himself until he bruised and even throwing his own credits at Jet while yelling in broken Basic, "He's robbing me! Somebody help!" Today wasn't much different. While tinkering with his EE-3's trigger mechanism at his workbench in the back of his shop, Gar'qa made his entry, triggering the door's motion detector to ring, letting Jet know he had a potential customer. To his surprise, he found the Weequay patiently waiting for him, rather than attempting to steal one of his display blasters that were in glass cases at the front of Jet's shop.

"Can I help you?" Jet said in a polite manner, knowing that not even half a brain would help the moron that stood before him.

"I'm gonna s-s-steal your ship, n-nerf herder!" Gar'qa announced in broken, studdering Basic. He turned to leave Jet's shop promptly thereafter, obviously with the intent to steal Jet's ship and seemingly oblivious to his already assured failure.

As he opened the door to leave, Jet hurled a Westar blaster pistol frame at Gar'qa's head with true accuracy and force. The impact gave the Weequay a nasty concussion that caused a momentary blackout on his part. Jet retrieved the yet again would-be thief and dragged him out of his shop. He propped him up against the outer wall of his shop in a seated position and returned to his shop. Jet decided to close up early as he returned the blaster frame to its proper place. Grabbing his keys, he left his shop and locked it up before heading home. Upon his arrival back at his home, his comlink buzzed, notifying him of an incoming communication.

"Jet Skepna, you're presence is requested at the training academy on Yavin 4." The voice was unfamiliar to Jet, and he had no recollection of applying for a job anywhere near Yavin 4.

"To what do I owe this request?"

"The academy is in need of a man with your skill in weaponry. You are requested to come to Yavin 4 to take a position as a firearms instructor and armorer. I can assure you that the compensation we are offering is much more suitable than what you're making on Coruscant."

Credits were Jet's best friend. His services, as always, were available to the "highest bidder." All he needed to hear was anything about substantial pay, and he was hooked. "I'll pack my tools, then."

With that, the conversation ended and Jet gathered his tools that he cared enough to transport to and from his shop. His "goodbye" to his meager dwelling was more of a "good riddance" as he closed the door for the last time. Jet made his way to the spaceport and prepared the ship for the journey ahead. After system checks were complete, he plotted course for Yavin 4 and off he went. Upon landing on Yavin 4, Jet was greeted by a man who looked to be in his forties. By his appearance, Jet deduced that his job was to welcome Jet and direct him as to where he needed to go to be briefed on his employment. The man guided Jet to an empty office and instructed him to wait there.

"Someone will be with you shortly, sir." Jet's guide said as he slowly and carefully closed the door behind him as he exited.