Too Stubborn To Die
Considering how close Lok—where Kragan ran most of his operations from—was to Ryloth, Gatz shouldn't have been surprised to catch wind of a slaving operation there. Really, considering Ryloth and the Twi'lek's unfortunate history of being taken advantage of, he shouldn't have been surprised at all. The Twi'lek people had suffered enough at the hands of slavers, but Kragan wouldn't care about that. If anything, he probably assumed that meant it would be easy to enslave them.
He was right, and that pissed Gatz off more than he was willing to admit.
Gatz dropped The Red Night out of hyperspace, her hull shuddering and creaking from the rapid deacceleration. The brown and white planet that was Ryloth filled the view outside the cockpit, and the young pilot took a moment to appreciate the beauty of the world. Ryloth, like its people, was enduring. Few worlds had suffered the way it had, and somehow still continued to thrive despite all odds. It would feel good, Gatz knew, to help rid Ryloth of slaver scum like Kragan's goons.
"We're making planetfall now," Gatz keyed the intercom, broadcasting to his passenger, wherever she was on the ship, "get your gear ready, we'll head out as soon as we touch down."
An old colleague had tipped Gatz off to a slaving operation on the equator of the planet. It was a small compound, housing no more than fifty or sixty slaves, and apparently wasn't guarded very well. Kragan, in an attempt to expand his slaving empire, was stretching his forces thin. That was fine: it meant that he and Hilal would have a much easier time freeing those poor slaves.
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