Following his recon mission alongside Jayna Thorne on Sullest, Leon had started looking into the enormous criminal element on Ord Mantell. There was a thrill to detective work he hadn’t expected to fall into, but Berchest… Berchest had changed him a lot…Currently, he was hunkered down on a ridge overlooking a compound thirty clicks east of Worlport.
Baudelaire had been on Tattooine, he’d walked the streets of Mos Espa, and Worlport was without a doubt on the same level, but like three times the size. It sucked. The group he’d been tailing had finally slipped up and he’d managed to follow them to this place. He was pretty certain they were affiliated with The Black Sun, but he couldn’t confirm that yet.
Just then, the main doors to the facility came down and Leon watched as a small convoy filed out and, made for Worlport. A new strain of spice was ravaging the city, and someone cared enough to reach out to the Jedi who put this request in a bin and then stowed it away for months until it had effectively blown out of proportion. Now he was here to track down the new spice source and take down the suppliers. Discretion was greatly encouraged on this mission. Which of course was why he invited his favorite scoundrel along, Ferrin.
“I think that’s the bulk of them. If we’re gonna move we should do it now.”
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