"Ah, me neither. Takes getting used to, but at least it's not a warzone." Not all the time, anyway. He took out a bit more of the dried meat and tore off a bite.

"No, the ones running the prison in Sa-Hareth. Some absolute ass named Unhalad and his minions. Poor buggers looked completely rotted on chems--literally, it wasn't pretty." Although with everything being Force stuff around here, he couldn't confidently say it was chems anymore.

"I'm Slick, by the way. You got a name?"