Some places in the galaxy were cold, and some places were cold. A kind of cold where with each breath in, your lungs could frost. A kind of cold where you couldn’t feel frostbite because the nerves had already gone numb. A kind of cold where many people found themselves an early grave.
Thankfully, Saqqar wasn’t THAT sort of cold.
But it was still cold.
Connor Harrison had seen most frigid worlds of snow and ice. Rhen Var, Hoth, Zioth. Now at least he could add a new one to the list. Today was expedition of just one to investigate the reach of the Hutts. A growing menace that nestled to the South East of the galaxy who managed to stoke the fires of chaos, corruption and general crime while they watched the worlds burn around them.
It was time to put out the fire. Not that the metaphor worked being on a world of mountainous snow and ice, but the idea was right.
Two single engine ships flew overhead leaving a moisture trail in the sky, and Connor stuck to the mountain side so not to be seen. While the door was technically open for those brave – or stupid – enough to venture across not just dangerous Saqqar terrain but then face a Hutt trade outpost, not many lived to tell the tale.
The Hutt operation needed shutting down, but Connor wanted to know how they operated. On word of Queen of Commenor, Connor kept his visit quiet, but would report back to her if he found anything of worth. Who pulled strings? What external organisations did they have ties to? Where did they have weak links?
To put out a fire, one had to simple away one of the elements fuelling it, and soon enough it would fade away and burn out as if it had been there at all.