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The drug spice had never been something Byron was interested in as a civilian. He had heard stories and but never tried it and was not keen to at any point in his future either. Both the spice trade and the slave trade were heavily influenced by Kessel's monarchy and the Pyke Syndicate. Today he intended to deal a serious blow to one of the darkest elements of the galaxy. The local monarchy had long turned a blind eye to the open scandalous nature by which they ruled. Of course thee real rulers were the Syndicates.
Today, Byron found himself in a different ship than normal. It was opulent and far fancier than he was used to. The Skipper, was a ship that had changed hands several times recently. A Morganian man noble had owned it for the longest before he then sold it after getting a better ship. The next woman that owned the ship lost it in a game of chance and so it changed hands several times. Eventually it was stolen and then seized by the Sector Rangers. Byron would have felt bad asking Master Grayza for his personal ship and this way the star yacht was now being put to good use.
The knight's eyes were open as was his awareness. His ignorance in the past had led to consequences and he wasn't going to make the same mistake twice. The spice mine would come into view as the ship lowered in altitude. "Ready?" He looked towards @Drow Venn his partner on this mission. The yacht would come in for a landing at a respectable distance.
To look the part, Byron did not have his lightsaber on him. While separated, the lightsaber pieces would look like ordinary tools a mechanic would wear. But the Knight wasn't a mechanic, not today. Instead on either of his muscled forearms were polished but simple matukai gauntlets. A collar around his neck would appear to be an inactive slave collar with fake led lights and all. Bringing his hands together he cracked his knuckles and centered himself.
The large mine below the landing platform crawled with slaves. A cacophony echoed upward from the sound of hundreds if not thousands of feet. Byron wasn't good at translating and he wasn't sure if Drow was. For this reason they had a protocol droid along for the ride should the 'master' need a translator.
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