Kol Atorn was exactly the type of world where Jairus Starvald would have thrived.
The despair, poverty, the gloom outlook on life were all-pervasive here. The constant encroachment of the Sith Empire, every day a little bit closer only enlarged that sense of defeat in the people. It was a world of dust and sand and narrow alleys filled with vagrants. Spacers down on their luck, lost after their ship broke down and with no cash to get off the planet again. But where despair ran high... so did the extremes of the Galaxy.
For every sentient down on their luck? There were three with a blaster, preying on the weak.
Jairus loved it.
Walking through the alleys of one of the local middling villages of Kol Atorn the Sith couldn't help but... meddle a bit. The influence was subtle as his mind brushed those he passed. A bit more anger here, sadness there, fear, hate, heightening them in equal measures as he walked.
On its own it wouldn't have done anything, but let it fester for a few days? That would be fun to watch.
A few minutes later the Sith Lord strode into a private warehouse, where a meeting between him and a representative of Stellarwind Logistics was due.
Time to get down to business.