The air in the docking bay is thick with the smell of ozone, engine grease, and unwashed bodies. A steady stream of beings—humans, Rodians, a harried-looking Ithorian—flows from the gangplank of the Starlight Wanderer, a Corellian freighter that's seen better days. You stand at the edge of the bustle, your travel pack feeling heavy on your shoulder. The spaceport of Ord Mantell is not a welcoming place.