CORELLIAN SECTOR // NAR SHADDAA THEME ----- Nar Shaddaa was a shithole, but profitable for the interests of Jacen and his associates. So much so was it within their interests that it too was profitable to disrupt the business of their so-called competition serving the Hutts. A long drag burned the cigarette down a quarter as he watched and waited from a musky, damp rooftop. He leaned against the railing with lazy eyes settled on the isolated starport beneath his feet, watching patiently as a collection of thugs began unloading their precious cargo from the back of a small freighter. Bodies shuffled out the back, prodded on by the aggressive sounds coming from the myriad of aliens on either side. Fear and confusion were the emotions of the night it seemed, and unfortunately for those lost souls, Jacen wasn't in the position to be their savior. He was there for business, and to put his enemies out of the game for good. And the first step? The poor sods beneath them, wholly unaware of the pending violence that lurked above. Jacen lept across the flimsy steel railing, descending into a free fall that placed him dead-center of the largest group of thugs in the area. Destructive force exploded forth from his landing, erupting outwards and enveloping the thugs and their captives in his immediate vicinity. Bodies toppled over in his wake, and from behind him the agents of the Black Sun were soon to follow his lead. What came next was a massacre, not a battle. The disoriented thugs were enveloped in a barrage of blaster fire and shrapnel from the handful of grenades falling onto their positions. Many a slave was caught in the crossfire, their lifeless and shackled forms toppling upon their equally dead captors. That too was an unfortunate reality of their shadow war. Luckily for Jacen, there were still several dozen for them to take into their custody, to be shipped off and sold at double the price the now dead thugs would've sold them for. <"Shitbags have been dealt with."> One of his lieutenants chimed over his comms, almost a bit too gleefully as he dug his heel into a fallen Rodian's corpse. Jacen lit up another cigarette as he leaned his back against their newly-acquired slave freighter. "Good. Get to loadin' these poor fools back up, and clean up the bodies. I want us outta here in thirty."