Planet Barab had become hell.
The main fleets of the Hutt Desilijic kajidic and Besadi kajidic had all become a massive ring of debris orbiting the planet.
Three hundred capital ships, two thousand small and medium warships, 170,000 battle droids, and 210,000 crew members and Marines of all ranks—none survived.
"HAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!" The man in black stood on the bridge of his flagship, the Tempest-class battlecruiser Stinger, laughing wildly and arrogantly.
His raised arms emerged from beneath his cloak, revealing two armored mechanical arms!
The raid on Planet Barab had been jointly planned by him and Oruba, leader of the Goresla Family. Of course, Oruba possessed neither such strategic vision nor tactical skill. He was only responsible for providing the money and the warships.
The man in black had first used every possible means to lure both sides into bringing their main fleets to Planet Barab. That had been the hardest part. Not only did the bait have to be tempting enough, it also had to seem credible—and make people believe they could swallow it in one bite.
This was not the kind of operation a gang like the Hutts could pull off. In the entire Milky Way Galaxy, only two intelligence agencies could play such a game—though the Imperial Security Bureau and Imperial Intelligence Department could be ruled out right away. They were incapable of it.
Thus, with the help of a certain mysterious intelligence department, Jabba first received other information and left Nal Hutta, confirming the intelligence that he might be heading for Planet Barab. Then news also emerged from the Besadi kajidic that they had amassed a huge quantity of spice, preparing to distribute it to smuggling dens across the Milky Way Galaxy.
At the same time, the main fleets of the Desilijic kajidic and Besadi kajidic