Spintir - Reles
It was dark days for the Empire, crime seemed to encroach all around. Spintir had not been spared in this uptick in crime. Whether it was related to the Hutts or just a symptom of their forces being spread too thin, it didn't matter. Jon had retired from public service, but he had always believed that it was an Imperial Citizen's job to look after each other, so when a mother from a nearby farm had come to him for help, he left immediately.
The farmer's name was Abigail Fros, and she had come to him two days ago when her twin sons: Jacob and Lucas Fros had gone missing. The teenagers had run away before, but Abigail had been concerned that her sons had started hanging out with some shady characters who had supposedly been sniffing around a lot of the local farms in search of recruits for some street gang. They were, in general, good kids. The Fros' were good people and had helped his parents out a few years back when they had fallen on some hard times.
She had gotten a cryptic message from one of her children the day before saying they had come to Reles but were in trouble. She hadn't heard anything since. Without much else to go on, Jon had left for Reles. Spintir had never been known for crime, so he was hoping he could sniff out this crew and track down the boys.
He walked into a small cantina in the spaceport district, near where the last known location where the message had been sent. He took a seat at the bar and ordered a beer, taking a quick look around before the bartender slid him a bottle.