Nar Shaddaa
Kalen had been tracking down a group of supposed dark side followers which had led him to a gang that had specialized in selling artifacts. The entire gang had been found dead three days earlier. He had never seen anything like it before. They hadn't been killed by a lightsaber, blaster, or any other weapon that Kalen could tell. It was if the life force had been sucked dry from all of them.
He was sure if someone or something was the cause of these deaths, but either way Kalen had to find out and stop it from happening again.
Normally he didn't carry his lightsaber on Nar Shaddaa but given the people he was possibly going to have to face off with, he did today.
He dropped from the high warehouse window to the floor below. The room was dark, rows of crates filled the large open area. A lead had brought him here, but he was unsure if he would find anything, or even if there was anything to find.
Kalen heard two people talking at the far side of the warehouse but wasn't close enough to hear details so he silently started to weave his way through the sea of crates.