The Godless Matron is home to many, resembling a micro-society for those who wish to live outside the typical rule of the galaxy. The Lucrehulk-class battleship's massive hangers have been converted into dwellings as a result. Chute Town is the most notable of these makeshift towns. Many shops and storefronts have been constructed to take advantage of the higher volume of foot traffic. In addition, many ships and crews arrive into Chute Town to sell their "well-earned" commodities, weapons, or artifacts. It is commonplace to find the best and the worst gear the galaxy has to offer — it’s only a matter of how big your pocketbook is. The streets are patrolled regularly by the crew of the Matron itself, leaving would-be miscreants to be more wary, lest they find themselves on the receiving end of a pirate's sense of justice.

It is built mostly out of spare durasteel panels from derelict ships, dismantled machinery, or any other source or material the pirates could scavenge. It spans the length of the massive portside hangar of the Matron, reaching from its heavily protected reactor — hidden behind triple-reinforced blast doors and a guard retinue — all the way to the hangar entrance where the many incoming ships unload their cargo. It is more than a mile long, over five hundred feet wide and up to three stories tall, covering most of the floor. Chute Town's streets are a miniature maze, weaving in between buildings on several levels. Verticality is key for the masses of shops and bars to operate without interfering with one another. The main street is nicknamed Murder Alley, mostly because all the weapon shops are prominently opened there.

Illumination banks are staggered along the walkways and buildings to provide enough light for the society to function. Still, the streets are left dim with a low hanging fog built up from the collective humidity of so many people in one space. For those calling it their home, there is no such thing as off hours. A large crowd bustles along at all hours, an exotic assortment of individuals from countless planets and the warring gangs that divvy up the territory within. It's the perfect place for those looking to disappear in the crowd.

Kookimarissia

That name haunted him. One day he had a family, a woman he loved and the kids they raised together. Then, all of a sudden, poof! Gone. Vanished into a puff of smoke. It tore his heart to bits, of course it did. Overnight he became a single dad, a father to four kids, and he tried to do his best by them, oh how he really tried. He wanted to set the example, he wanted to be the example, even though Kooki's disappearance left a hole in his heart that time refused to heal no matter what anyone said to him.

Sure, there was that brief fling with Prackx, but it just wasn't the same.

It was the whole reason he kept searching for anything that might tell him of her whereabouts. He missed her, the kids missed her too and watching them suffer both pained and enraged the Sith at the same time.

He hadn't shaven in days. A rarity for the small-statured Human as he wandered the deck of The Godless Matron. The plentiful crowds made the air around Andrelious hot and humid as he bumped through the swarm of people. Chute Town was in a constant state of disrepair and everywhere he looked it seemed like parts of the made-up stalls would collapse with nothing more than a simple nudge. Murder Alley was perhaps the worst for it and everywhere his eyes turned there were signs of battle and conflict from lightsabers, blasters, explosives and who the frakk knew what else. If it wasn't for the illumination banks dotted around the place one would never be able to see it at all through all the grunge and grime. But the Force was a powerful ally, and through it, he could feel a dark presence alongside his own and he deduced it was the one he was looking for.

Appius Wight.

Or Zappius, or whatever you wanted to call him. Andrelious' contacts were brief regarding the information on the man. He was a Taldryanite, a Quaestor in his former Clan as well as being a Dark Sider much like himself. The Plagueis didn't care for all of that. He left that all behind him when he abandoned that dustball Taldryan called a home. No, what mattered to him the most was the information this man possessed. He had a lead on Kooki's whereabouts, and the Sith was going to pry it out of Appius' cold, dead hands if he had to.

Many seemed to be giving Appius a wide berth, whether that was because of the bright red Mandalorian armor with a bolt of golden lightning upon his chest plate, or the fact that he chose to post up in a place like Murder Alley. Either way, it gave Andrelious the opportunity he needed.

"Appius Wight."

His tone was cold, almost demanding in essence yet it seemed to grab the towering man's attention. He seemed to have been preoccupied with some second hand droid pieces that held secret weapons within their robotics. His armor was covered in grease as he rummaged about the stand looking for something in particular.

"I knew I sensed something," the Mandalorian answered In a dismissive tone. "And to who do I owe the pleasure?"

"Andrelious Inahj."

His name caught the red-plated man's attention. He cocked his head to the side and gave the Sith a sideways glance through his T-shaped visor.

"If this has anything to do with the Plagueis-Vizsla war, you are wasting your time. I'm not a part of that Clan anymore," Appius said with a hint of venom in his words. Of course he knew of Andrelious, the Sith was a well-known name from numerous wars. It was only right that Appius knew who he was.

"You have information I want, and I expect you to give it to me."

The threat was duly noted, and Appius casually placed the small nick-nack he was holding back onto the stall and turned to face the man. A small collection of thugs developed around them, the tension in the air between the two men drew them towards the conflict like a wampa to fresh meat.

"And what is this information I apparently have?" the Mandalorian retorted, his fingers gently brushing against the lightsaber hilt attached to his right hip.

"The whereabouts of Kookimarissia Inajh."

"Kookimarissia!?" Appius suddenly exclaimed loudly with overdone surprise. "Never heard of her."

His tone suddenly dropped and became incredibly blunt. An act that set a fire within the older Sith as he began to get irritated with how little care Appius was taking with him.

"You will tell me everything you know."

The Seeker's words penetrated the younger man's subconscious, weeding and webbing into the forefront of his mind. Yet, he resisted, something the Warlord had not predicted or expected as the Sorcerer shook his head to try and discard the mental manipulation Andrelious inflicted upon him, though the act was much tougher than he had expected it to be as it continued to ebb away at him.

Andrelious was going to make the Mandalorian talk, if that had to be by force, then so be it!

Taking the opportunity whilst Appius was dazed, the Seeker summoned forth the darkness within his heart and drove that hate, that anger, and that fury to the tips of his fingers as he unleashed a torrent of lightning towards the taller man.

Luckily for the Sorcerer, the Force was as much his ally as it was the Sith's, and the impending warning from the Force rang through the back of his mind and brought him back to his senses just in time for him to leap out of the way. Instead, the storm crashed into the unlucky Kiffar that was behind the stand itself. His screams rang out over the sparks as his body collapsed and twitched on the ground. The small group of onlookers, having now witnessed a death amidst their conflict, began to take the hint and fled in a frenzied panic.

Andrelious could feel it, the Force screaming its own warning to the back of his mind too as the Sorcerer returned the favour in kind as jets of blue and white darted towards the Plagueian. He was forced to absorb the lightning with the personal shield generator attached to his arm. It sparked and shuddered, knocking the Sith off balance before short-circuiting and becoming redundant scrap.

The Warlord suddenly felt his throat tighten as his body was lifted in the air. People screamed around him, but the ringing in his ears stopped him listening to it. He clutched at his throat as the light in his eyes began to dim. He was suddenly thrust forward until he was face to helmet with the man responsible.

"Force Lightning is my shtick. Get your own!" The Mandalorian roared as, with a strong wave of his arm, he sent Andrelious flying into one of the Murder Alley stores, splintering wood and breaking electronics within.

Andrelious coughed and sputtered before he began to feel his anger boil within him like rising lava in a volcano. He slowly rose to his feet and swore, somehow, someway, he was going to get that information out of him and when he did, he was going to make the Taldryanite suffer.

With a quick motion of his hand he grasped his executioner lightsaber and launched himself at the Sorcerer. The power of the Dark Side of the Force fueled his every step as it coarsed through his body, making him move faster than any Human could normally. He activated the weapon, a crimson blade snapped out of the hilt and with a powerful overhead swing he struck out at the Mandalorian in front of him.