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Mos Eisley, surely they'd find what they were looking for there. The duo had docked at Anchorhead and taken a tip from an awfully kindly bartender that the slave trade was booming as usual in Mos Eisley. In a de-regulated place like Tatooine, the sentient profiteering was rampant...and the Sith would profit one way or another from it as well.
Kairo Djatani was accompanied by another Acolyte to hunt down a strong hull of workers. They'd be whisked away in a shuttle and used as servants or...target practice. Who even knew? The read on those people would go dark as soon as they were assigned to a Sith or some other subsequent handler. It usually wasn't a very great fate.
But for now, that wasn't the duo's problem. They were being en route to the city, transported in a sand crawler after bargaining away their shuttle's droid to the Jawa group that owned it. It was better this way. They'd get to maintain a low profile and talk about planning and the multitude of things that could go wrong. The Jawas were even nice enough to give them their own room to wait in and discuss business, despite it essentially being a cold, metal box.
Kairo Djatani was accompanied by another Acolyte to hunt down a strong hull of workers. They'd be whisked away in a shuttle and used as servants or...target practice. Who even knew? The read on those people would go dark as soon as they were assigned to a Sith or some other subsequent handler. It usually wasn't a very great fate.
But for now, that wasn't the duo's problem. They were being en route to the city, transported in a sand crawler after bargaining away their shuttle's droid to the Jawa group that owned it. It was better this way. They'd get to maintain a low profile and talk about planning and the multitude of things that could go wrong. The Jawas were even nice enough to give them their own room to wait in and discuss business, despite it essentially being a cold, metal box.