Bonadan's primary spaceport was a shite-hole at the best of times but when it was playing host to some slaver scum then it was even worse - made the stench of the place feel even more invasive. The PMC, The Untold Sums, had sent along someone to shadow himself and Fiach in taking down the crew of a small slaver vessel but they had seen fit to only send one man. To be fair, he was one of the officers in charge of training the other soldiers so it made sense on that level but it still annoyed him that they had sent so little force when they had been adamant about being part of this ongoing mission.
He released the annoyance into the Force, letting it go before it could fester within him. It was irritating but that was no reason to let it get to him and potentially affect his performance on the mission itself.
Fully kitted out, Max and his little team were out of sight of the ship, hidden in an alleyway just off from where the ship had not-long since docked. They knew from intelligence and informants in the area that the ship was definitely carrying human cargo so they didn't need to do the investigation part since it was already done for them. No all they had to do was go over there, kick down their doors, send every slaver to prison and free every single slave that had had the misfortune to find themselves in this depressing situation.
"Equipment check." he requested of Fiach, knowing that their watcher was only there as just that; a watcher, "I've got my lightsaber, my stun prod and two concussion grenades. Also got a set of lockpicks for some of the older lock types we might encounter. I have half a dozen bindings."
Hopefully Fiach was as prepared as he was because he wanted to hammer home to their watcher how utterly necessary it was to be as ready as possible for any kind of situation.
@Corbeau