Orphans were being taken from their beds at night.
Literal orphans.
If the reality of it wasn't so incredibly sickening it would be so cliched that it would be outrageously ironic. Instead the reality of such a cliched trope made it circle all the way from horrifying, to surreal, to ironic and all the way back round to horrifying again. Max had been granted access to the bedroom of the most recent missing orphan alongside a sector ranger and already he had some kind of idea as to what could be to blame.
Like a bad smell of mold, the Dark Side hung in the air of the room. It was faint. Dark Side user had been in the room but there was little evidence that the Dark Side had been used in any meaningful way here. That meant that while he had a suspected culprit type, he didn't actually have any leads so far and for that he would need to investigate.
His own investigative skills were rusty but that's why he had Ranger Hackett.
"Ranger Hackett." he nodded to the other man, "Good to be working with you. The Force is giving me some insight but I'm afraid it'll take some good old-fashioned detective work to track them from here."
Time to get to work.
@Faster Than Light