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 hangars 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 is only a matter of how big your pocket book 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 it's 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.

With tensions running high, Chute Town was far more volatile than it would have been otherwise. Several of the gangs had been stepping outside their territory of late. As yet there had been no outright acts of aggression, though the perceived slights had been steadily mounting for weeks. The cracks in the dam were beginning to show. The crew of the Godless Matron just needed to apply pressure to the right place at the right time to trigger an outright gang war.

To that end, a bounty was put in place. The premise was simple enough. The Herald would grant a measure of clemency to whomsoever cashed in the ID tokens that had been planted on several individuals at random. Such a prize was without measure for not just the gangs of Chute Town, but the denizens themselves.

There was a hustle and bustle about Chute Town, as though the denizens of this underbelly could sense the growing conflict. Many people were hurrying about their business so as to not be on the streets. Contrasting to the rushing crowd was a tall, slow paced, horned figure. Yellow eyes, tinged with red were quickly darting and analyzing the crowd. The Togruta was hunting, and his prey was nearby.

Abadeer Taasii had been selectively placed aboard the Godless Matron to win the loyalty of some of the local gangs, in support of the recently weakened Plagueis forces. One of the gangs had tentatively promised some troops if Abadeer was able to hunt down a rival gang leader, who had a significant bounty on his head. After weeks of tracking and learning, Abadeer had finally picked his moment to strike.

Taasii had slowly kept pace with the crime boss through the evening, waiting for the precise moment to capture the Wookiee without causing a huge disturbance. As the Togruta kept watch from the shadows, he finally saw his moment. The Wookiee know as Kryawdu had just waved away most of his entourage and was standing by himself, staring at some wares in a small roadside stall. Abadeer quickened his pace, approaching from behind the imposing figure. As Taasii approached the Wookiee, his gut clenched, and warning bells in his mind started to go off. He couldn’t see it, but something dangerous was about to happen.

As the Plagueian took another step towards his prey, a brilliant white beam of plasma appeared through the back of the Wookiee’s head. There was no cry of pain or distress as the giant creature crumpled in a heap to the duracrete floor. Abadeer reflexively reached for his own saber at his side, while looking to the source of the kill. A dark robed figure rose up from the stall that was before him, still clutching to the white saber that had killed Kryawdu. As he rose the figure pulled back his hood revealing his handsome features. First Abadeer noticed two protruding proboscises from the cheeks of the dark assailant. Dark black hair fell around his shoulders, as he removed the hood.

“At last, Abadeer Taasii. You’ve come, just as I expected you,” the Anzat softly stated as he stepped carefully over the fallen corpse in front of him. “Naga Sadow has decided that you Plagueians don’t need any more help. Sorry, but this bounty here is mine,” he gestured at the Wookiee, “And you will make a fine trophy as well.” Before Abadeer could formulate a response an incredibly dense darkness fell over the Togruta’s senses.

Abadeer’s sabers were drawn and ignited in an instant, as he dropped back into a defensive position. The darkness had surprised him, but he was familiar with the tactic and knew just how to counter it. Taasii crouched low and closed his eyes, not needing them now. All of the Togruta’s perception was now focused into his montrals and the Force. Abadeer bared his fangs and prepared for the assault to come.

“Come at me then!”