Born standin' up and takin' back.

Kaal
A well organised gang of smugglers had entered OPA space from unknown regions. The authorities of Isis had contacted the Judges on Bespin to report an attack on the mines, killing miners and the theft of crystals. What the smugglers wanted with the crystals was anyone’s guess, but murder was murder and that was something Eldin could not let go. He had formed a friendship with the Gutretee when OPA first made contacted with them to form a trade partnership for the ore that was abundant on the planet.
Eldin had been tracking the smugglers for weeks, keeping low and out of sight. He had tracked them to Kaal, a tropical planet run by criminals just outside OPA space. It wasn’t the first-time gangs hailing from this place had caused problems for the authorities of the Alliance. It was time to put a stop to it if he could.
Azulalon, the major city of Kaal was a strange place by comparison to the rest of the planet that Eldin had visited. From the outside it looked like any other city with a heavy focus on tourism with all it’s plush resorts. Industry was king here, shipwrights and manufacturing held the economy in good stead and on the surface of it, people were thriving. But like any place with large population, there was an underbelly.
And this was Eldin’s destination.
He left the Rusty Bucket at the starport, check into a middling hotel and relaxed for the rest of the day. Flicked through some brochures on the points of interest, even booked a tour to one of the local attractions. Like, just another tourist. Sometimes this can be mighty handy to find information, the information desk eager to inform him of where to go, where not to go.
The ‘where not to go’ was precisely his port of call.
Evening was approaching, people on the streets heading to dinner or entertainment, all dressed up in finery and happy hearts. Eldin followed the crowd for a while until he turned down a street that would lead him to the seedier side of the tracks on the outskirts of the industrial quarter. The last intel he had received was that the gang of smugglers had a hide out in these parts. But he didn’t have an address.
There were plenty of drinking holes in the quarter, men and women wasting their hard earned over the bar or a gambling table. But this particular establishment held a different attraction. The Emperor’s Palace, ‘entertainment’ of a different kind. Whatever light that was left of the day vanished as he entered the place. The smell of sweat and booze, and through the force, the sensation of forgotten dreams replaced by other more immediate desires. At the end of the Palace tables of people surrounded the dance platform on which scantly clad girls and boys danced for the delight of the patrons. There was something for everyone.
Eldin found a place at the bar, an order of whiskey placed. It was going to be a long night.
Caedyn Arenais