Deep in Sector 102 sits a flickering neon sign that reads Sek & Sons. Most people walk past without stopping. The Judges don’t look too closely. And the neighbours? They know better than to ask questions.

On paper, it’s a droid repair shop. In reality… it’s something between a scrapyard clan, a scavenger cult, and a backwoods nightmare that somehow migrated into Mega-City One.

The front room looks legitimate enough with it’s worn down counter guarding a wall of tools. Whilst old droid parts are scattered all over. But what is behind the beaded curtain? The real business. The family’s brand of “sustainable recycling.” A kitchen that’s always warm. A workshop that’s always humming and a family who’s always hungry. Be it profit, or parts, or occasionally for dinner guests.

Every member of the Sek family plays a role:

• Donna gives orders.

• Rufus supplies materials.

• Magnus enforces peace.

• Kellen weaponizes technology.

• Zippy fetches… opportunities.

They love each other deeply. They protect their home fiercely and they maintain traditions passed down for generations; traditions involving hospitality, late-night cooking, and making full use of every resource that wanders into their shop. The Judges suspect something. The neighbors whisper. The shop keeps its doors open and the Sek & Sons keep smiling.