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Kyyrin · Sep 19, 2024

Kyyrin glanced down at the small container that was placed before him alongside his drink. "Charon sends their regards." Kyyrin arched a brow, looking down the bar to where a pair of twins were eying him up, flanked by...

Kyyrin smirked quietly.

Jonah . He stood quietly, clipping the helmet to the back of his belt. He turned to collect his drink and the mysterious package and moved down the bar next to the trio. "Should have known I'd run in to you sooner rather than later." Kyyrin looked Jonah up and down, almost as if inspecting the man. His voice was soft. Quiet. Reserved. Kyyrin carried an air about him that suggested he was far more content to listen to those around him than to speak his own mind.

Kyyrin turned his attention to the twins, realizing one of them must be Charon. He didn't say anything to either of them directly. Not yet. Instead he turned back to Jonah, and offered a silent nod in greeting. "You seem to be doing well enough." High praise, coming from a Verros. Kyyrin took a seat by the trio, finally indulging in a sip of his drink. "Name's Kyyrin." He turned back to the twins, eyes narrowed as he parsed out the physical details between the two. Admittedly a difficult task. One he was sure was intentionally difficult. That or these twins had a natural gift for obfuscation. "I'm guessing one of you is responsible for this?" He holds up the small spice container as reference. "Strange thing to be handing out to a person you've not met before..."

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The Asphodel ||

The Hyacinth

Liin Terallo · Sep 19, 2024

Location: Observation Deck

The tip of the hat was appreciated. She raised her wine glass a little in kind. "A pleasure, Tod." He seemed to prefer no title, so she refrained from giving him one out of politeness.

Liin let out a soft laugh. {Oh, now he sure has a sense of humor. That's an unusual thing for me to encounter.} It wasn't that difficult for her to surmise that he probably has little clues as to what biomolecules were. Liin didn't believe him to be ill-educated; it is merely that not everyone was keen on biomolecules or their uses.

"That you may. My current glass is running low."

She followed him towards the bar, keeping up with his pace. All the while her steps were light. Afterall it was never ladylike to walk with heavy steps!

Tod's question took her by surprise. Although after some thought Liin supposed that it wasn't too odd of a question to be asked. This isn't exactly an establishment where ladies of her calibur frequented. "Believe it or not, I am a member of this organization. I was invited here after my homeworld survived an attempted coup."

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Todblaz Graker · Sep 20, 2024

As they approached the bar, Tod couldn't help but notice how her steps were much more delicate than his. He figured it was because of their different lines of work—he was used to roughing it in the field, while she dealt with bureaucrats. He didn't envy her job, while footwork was grueling, he'd rather be shot at then have to endure endless political arguments.

He motioned for her to take a seat and waited for her to sit before settling down himself, waving a bartender over. Placing his still-full champagne flute off to the side, he pushed it toward an empty seat, champagne was never really his thing. When the bartender arrived, Tod let her order first, then said, "I'll have an Ol'Fashioned Rum, please."

"So, you're with the organization now," Tod remarked casually. "Must've been a pretty nasty coup to make you want to start dealing with bureaucrats."

He grinned, ready to keep things light. "So, you do biomolecular work," he said with a playful tone. "Think you'll be able to replace my desomorphine supply when I run out?"

When his drink arrived, Tod took a slow sip, careful not to down it like he usually would. He didn't want to embarrass the woman who brought him here, nor insult the Brood.

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The Asphodel · Sep 20, 2024

Asphodel's brow furrowed at his teacher's exclamation. "Anyone else you recognize?" he wondered, casting another glance over the cantina's attendees. As much as he was here to relax, connections were key in their line of work. He'd be a fool not to continuously look towards building more.

The sudden pressure on his throat gave the cyborg pause as the scalding soup slid down his unprotected throat. A jerking shudder coursed through him as his system cycled back into functionality, a far from pleasant sensation. "Temper, temper," he chided with a click of his tongue. An amused scoff emitted from his chest as his brother hunched over the bowl to guard it from another assault. The notion of continuing to pick at it, to see how many buttons Asphodel could push, briefly crossed his mind before he decided against it. That didn't stop him, however, from taking the twin up on his oh-so-generous invitation to order something of his own. "How very kind, my twin. Bartender, something strong if you don't mind."

With a sigh, he pushed off Jonah's shoulder. A gesture of his hand brought two stools forward - one to sit, the other to prop his legs up. After all, why merely sit when you can lounge? A sly grin spread over his countenance when they were approached by the mystery one, box of spice in hand. The grin widened when they were addressed directly. "One of us, perhaps. Can you tell which one?" He asked, swirling his drink in his hand, vocal emulator switching between his voice and Hyacinth's. Kyyrin's final comment drew forth a shrug. "If you don't want it, I'm happy to take it off your hands."

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Tarasynora · Sep 21, 2024

Location: Observation Deck, Ordo Eris
Attire: Dress
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Kaila Irons said:
"A pleasure to formally meet you, Tarasynora" She would say while leaning with one shoulder against the wall.

"Oh but do relax, luv. You pulled through, you're alive, and everyone here is a little richer for it! Those are the things that matter in the end. Besides, throwing new blood straight into a boarding pod? quite the test"

The Sith leaned a sculpted shoulder against the nearby wall, positioning her frame in such a way that it was equal parts dazzling and domineering to the extent that Tara’s skin went cold as a shaky, nervous smile tugged at the corners of her lips. All the while, the woman’s golden-hued gaze seemed to bore down on the small-statured elf with such piercing intensity that Tara felt as if her frantically beating heart was exposed to her gaze.

And perhaps, it was.

The woman’s eyes didn’t move as a glass was pulled into her outstretched hand by preternatural means, a sight which Tara briefly glanced at before her gaze briefly darted elsewhere—a pitiful attempt at appearing fazed by the display. The Elzeri silently scolded herself, shaking her head as she did. Force-wielders and their telekinetic displays were common enough. Why then, was this one so impressive?

The answer, of course, immediately caused Tara’s pale cheeks to flush a rich shade of crimson.

“Thank you. And it was quite the test indeed.” Tara agreed. “Though I am in need of more training, so I can pass the next tests, as well.” She added with a grateful smile.

Kaila Irons said:
"I must admit though, I do find it curious to see you here. I would have thought you'd be in the bar discussing another smash and grab or trying to fit in with the bruisers, given how we met the first time. Instead I find you here, dressed far too well for a common mercenary. Why the change In scenery, I wonder?"

“Well, I heard that there were hot tubs and pools!” Tara gestured to the far end of the deck. “I brought swimming attire, of course.” She continued, her smile turning playful. “But that said, I guess what I really wanted were...connections. I come from the music industry and relationships there are important. I didn’t realize that at first, until a time came that I needed them, but I didn’t have any.” Tara frowned then, her own words dredging up an old memory.

Grissuk Ung Kusp · Sep 21, 2024

The Neimoidian navigated the throngs on the Observation Deck, flanked by his imposing Houk Bodyguards,, whose vigilant gazes scanned for any signs of trouble, their massive fists poised near their weapons. A cursory survey of the room revealed numerous opportunities for establishing connections within the Syndicate and beyond; however, his primary objective was to identify those who could offer the Invisible Market the greatest financial resources and influence within the Brood.

Numerous contenders were present for such a role in his scheme, and he even caught a brief glimpse of

Kaila Irons as she engaged in conversation with other attendees in the vicinity. She served as an enigmatic benefactor of his arena located on Cato Neimoidia, consistently possessing the financial resources and influence necessary to secure the finest seats available.

They had never engaged in a direct, face-to-face conversation, primarily because of his cautious disposition. In the realm of the Criminal Underworld, one could never be certain whether a prospective partner might also turn out to be a potential adversary. Gedultey's eyes caught the sight of

Liin Terallo having a discussion with

Todblaz Graker , and decided to make his approach after they had sufficent time to converse amongst themselves.

He had heard of her from his contacts within the Trade Federation, and understood that they possessed a rare substance within the galaxy, a perfect material for the Market to exploit.

"Ah - Miss Terallo and company. I do not wish to disrupt this enjoyable dialogue among friends or prospective collaborators. My name is Gedultey Dod, and I represent the Invisible Market within the Syndicate. You may be familiar with my brother, Senator

Monaray Dod , who serves in the Alliance Senate. He is a significant figure in the fields of commerce and politics, as he leads the Trade Lobby, which includes both the Trade Federation and the Banking Clan."

He remarked with a gentle smile while accepting a beverage from the service droid that was moving by. In the underworld, it was crucial to declare one's titles and personal affiliations to both impress and instill a sense of intimidation in others.

Liin Terallo · Sep 21, 2024

Location: Observation Deck

"I'm used to dealing with beurocrats, Tod. It is those that terrorize and abduct my people with monsters that I am not used to. I am here in hopes that such a travesty does not occur again."

A sip of her wine is given, longer than before as she uses the effects of the drink to push back the feelings those memories gave from reaching the surface.

To his next remark, Liin gave him a sidelong glance. {Desomorphine? What does he think that I run? A spice trade? Well, I suppose that I can't really be surprised.....} "Not at this time, no. Biomolecules carry far more uses than that. They help make metals stronger and more conductive to electricity. There are a lot of advantages to combining organic materials into something else." Liin had done her very best to expand the uses of biomolecules in peoples' minds beyond that of medicinal. And that has worked in some circles, for their increased customer base has proven that.

The presense of another was felt behind her, or rather it was the presense of big hulky figures that she felt. The Neimoidian and his guards had approached them. Liin turned slightly in her seat so that she was facing all of them and Tod as well. She dipped her head to him in greeting as he introduced himself. "A pleasure, Mister Dod. I cannot say that I am familiar with your brother, for I have not had any dealing with the Alliance as of yet, nor their Senate. But the Trade Federation I have conducted business with." With a gesture of her hand, she introduced her companion. "May I introduce you to Tod. His credits include--well, why don't I let him tell you?"

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Kuben Woods · Sep 21, 2024

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Var Talon , Open

No sooner had the bell rung than did Kuben make his move.

He rushed forward, intent on seizing the initiative and dictating the terms of the fight, with a solid right cross as an opener aimed directly for the pig's jaw. The Gamorean saw this, as Kuben had made no attempt to hide it, and intended to put the relatively smaller looking human in his place with a straight punch to the head. What it hadn't seen was Kuben slipping the punch, the fist sliding off the side of his face with a simple shift in weight while the wet smack of flesh on flesh echoed throughout the chamber. Kuben watched as the pig stumbled a couple of steps, surprised by the force behind the blow, and glared beams of rage at him. His opponent was used to being the stronger fighter, and this human was stronger than he took him for. Kuben let the smallest hint of a grin cross his face before getting his hands back up and rushing forward again. The initiative was seized, but he had to keep it. The Gamorean put his own hands up to shield his head, a smart move, but Kuben decided to instead aim his next flurry of blows onto the pig's body. Wet smacks of flesh and bone smashing into flesh echoed through the ring as he pounded the abdomen of the Gamorean, which after seeing Kuben's focus, raised its fists in an overhead chop directly on Kuben's head. The sheer force of the blow, combined with the mass of the pig's arms and fists, dropped Kuben to the floor. The Gamorean followed this up with a heavy kick directly into him, launching him across the ring and into the wall.

Kuben could feel his bones rattle from the blows as he smacked into the unforgiving walls, and then hit the floor. Most men would have been broken from blows like that. He coughed up a little blood as he could feel his body shifting a little back to normal but that had certainly rung his bell a little. When he started climbing to his feet, the Gamorean rushed him again, arms outstretched to grab him and finish him off.

Kuben wouldn't let him get that far as he decided to stop playing nice.

He simply kicked his one foot that wasn't on the floor out right into one of the pig's ankles. The foot gave in from the blow, and the Gamorean toppled to the floor as Kuben deftly pushed himself out of the way. From here Kuben scrambled onto the pig's back, and started raining haymakers onto the back of the pig's head. When the Gamorean finally had enough sense to cover its head from the blows, Kuben snatched one of the hands en route and put it into a triangle hold, not bothering to give the pig a chance to submit before breaking the wrist with a loud resounding crunch. The squeal from the Gamorean as it was so suddenly and violently assaulted was enough for Kuben. He stood from his mounted position and as he got off he gave the pig a hard kick in the ribs for good measure as he walked away and finally looked up at the crowd. Blood was running down his nose and a little from his mouth as he finally started paying attention to the crowd.

Kaila Irons · Sep 21, 2024

"The music industry?" Kaila hummed curiously "Now that's something you don't hear everyday"

She took a moment to sip her champagne and think about what was being said, what was being observed.

Tarasynora's words came with an accompanying frown that provided context enough to the nature of her experience. Whether it was regret for some action the young woman had committed which led to these circumstances or merely dismay at an unfortunate series of events, Kaila was unsure but either were likely answers. However, there was a silver lining she did not plan on wasting: They could be mutually beneficial to one another.

And that playful smile from before certainly didn't hurt in coming to that conclusion.

"Well, I won't pry too much, but fear not, The Haxion Brood has a way of turning unfortunate events into very fortunate careers"

"Have you made connections with any of the other cells yet?"
She smiled softly before taking another sip, eyes wandering towards the pool Tarasynora mentioned earlier.

"Mm. I'm expanding my own, you see. We could discuss it over a soak, if you like? I don't see any of my companions yet so we've time"

Kaila worked hard to suppress what could have easily been an equally playful grin, instead pressing her black colored lips into another thin smile despite the almost mischievous glint in her eye as she turned to the newest broodling again.

"The hot tubs remind me of these hot springs I used to meditate over. I find the steam helps clear the mind, excellent for connecting as it were"

Frank Hamish · Sep 21, 2024

Location: Observation Deck, Ordo Eris
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Tarasynora ,

Todblaz Graker ,

Liin Terallo ,

Grissuk Ung Kusp ,

Torn Eskol

Frank was not having a good day. But then again, these days Frank rarely had good days.

He'd just finished up a card game that went bad a couple of units up, not only because of his luck with the cards, but one of the other patrons didn't take his attempt at trying to stay in the game very well. He'd never been good at cards, but he'd been sure that his hand was a winner when he'd sat down. He looked back down the street as he saw the angry weequay and two angry bothans looking for him as he ducked down another side street, flipping his scarf over his neck. That's when came across a nice establishment with a pair of guards looking like bouncers as they stood imposingly out front. Frank had an idea as he walked up to them, this would help at least keep the other three off of him as he figured out how to get out of here.

As he approached the two guards looked at him with glares as he simply started talking and the first one looked he was going to reach for something. So Frank acted first.

"Good evening gents, how are we doing? Joe, good to see you-" he started emptying his pockets pulling out a couple of blasters, two vibro-knives, and various junk as he just simply put them into the first guard's lap. While this was happening he let a veritable word salad just spew forth as the two guards looked at him, and then at each other, one part puzzled as the homeless looking man talked at them like they were old friends, and the other was about to interject before Frank reached back and pulled out two grenades and gave them to the other guard, before looking back at up the street and seeing the three other yahoos he was trying to avoid spotting him.

"Well Jim it was good to see you, tell the wife I said hi. Sam, you do you," he said in farewell as he just walked inside and the two bouncers with all of his stuff just looking at each other silently saying the phrase, what just happened?

But, they were mainly there to keep anyone from getting inside that could possibly be hurt or dealt with by the patrons. So, they guessed having to navigate that minefield was more his problem now. Plus one of them now had the problem that he had two live thermal detonators in his hands which he was sure if it was activated or not and that kinda took precedent.

So Frank wandered inside, taking a wrong turn past a few patrons and getting to the observation deck before finding a table staffed by someone who looked like he was here to serve other people. So Frank saddled on up to the table and spoke quickly.

"Hey, barkeep, the strongest thing you got here,"

"Sir, we don't-"

"Nah nah nah, less talky so I can do more drinky, come on come on,"

The man looked utterly puzzled by this figure resembling a homeless man who'd just seemingly appeared. And while he didn't technically have anything to serve here he managed to catch the eye of one of the servers carrying a drink tray and got them to come over. Frank saw this and with practiced ease snatched a pair champagnes off the tray as he chugged one, and then set that empty glass back on the tray before just sipping on the other. The alcohol content wasn't particularly strong but it was good enough.

"Huh, this tastes like some high dollar stuff, say what's going on around here anyways?"

Tarasynora · Sep 21, 2024

Location: Observation Deck, Ordo Eris
Attire: Cyan One-Piece Swimsuit
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Kaila Irons

Kaila Irons said:
"The music industry?" Kaila hummed curiously "Now that's something you don't hear everyday"

“Mhmm.” Tara affirmed, her expression turning sour. “It’s how I learned to use my voice, as a side effect of the vocal training I went through.” She continued, at which point her expression changed again, this time manifesting a wicked, playful glint in her eyes. Kaila might be perceptive enough to sense that there was a story behind it.

“I haven’t spoken with any cells, yet.” She answered Kaila’s next question. “You’re the first!” Tara added. “And yes, we can talk more in the water...” The Elzeri smiled then, her eyes drawn towards Kaila’s golden-hued gaze as the woman spoke of hot spring meditation and the soothing, bonding properties of steam.

From there, the two women headed towards the hot tubs, after quickly changing in one of the private locker rooms adjacent to the main observation deck. For her part, Tara swapped her dress for a cyan one-piece swimsuit—a color that matched her usual fashion aesthetic. Then, after changing, Tara looked towards Kaila, hoping to see what the woman had elected to wear prior to entering the water.

Tara took her time entering the heated water, the sudden temperature spike initially causing her to recoil before she allowed her body to acclimate itself to the heat while slowly lowering herself into the tub. She felt what Kaila had described then, the heated water and massage jets soothing the lingering soreness in her muscles from her workout a few hours prior.

Ever so slowly, a gentle, relieved smile formed across her pale features.

In the process, Tara allowed herself to enjoy a few moments of silence. However, even with her body entering a deep state of relaxation, the Elzeri was not keen to keep business waiting for too long.

“So…where were we?” She piped up, a giggle forming on her lips as the massage jets struck a particularly sore area of her calves. “And you were right. This does clear the mind. Among other things, as well.” She added in a coy mirth.

Todblaz Graker · Sep 22, 2024

Shrugging, Tod said, "Well, it was worth a try to get a discount." Now, he had to actually find a new supplier, as he had no idea where his last one had gone.

As a new figure approached the group, Tod recognized the Nemoidian he had spotted earlier. The man introduced himself, listing his title and credentials. Quite the resume, Tod thought. With the backing of a senator, Tod knew the Nemoidian had a lot more freedom in the galaxy than most.

When the introductions reached him, Tod said, "As the lovely lady mentioned, I'm Tod," he began. "I work for Ms. Kaila in acquisitions."

"Though, don't let that stop you," he added with a grin. "I can always take a break if either of you need something." It might not have been the most appropriate moment for such blatant self-promotion, but Tod figured it wouldn't hurt to do a little networking.

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Grissuk Ung Kusp · Sep 22, 2024

The Neimoidian managed to present a faint smile as

Liin Terallo recognized him following her interaction with another individual on the Observation Deck. It was peculiar that she did not know his brother, yet this was understandable given the vastness of the galaxy, which comprises countless systems and uncharted worlds that often remain oblivious to even the most trivial aspects of galactic affairs.

One could not engage in commercial activities throughout the galaxy without interacting with the Galactic Alliance, which governed the most extensive territory and represented the most significant market. This market was meticulously overseen by the Finance and Commerce Committee, an entity to which the Trade Federation maintained nominal authority due to internal alliances. He had leveraged such connections to enhance both his own wealth and that of the syndicate.

"Ah - Then I may be able to provide you an avenue for business within the Galactic Alliance without any legal entanglements." Gedultey explained his thoughts through a hand gesture, fully aware that joining the Haxion Brood would expose Miss Terallo to the risks posed by spies and law enforcement agencies within the Galactic Alliance.

Todblaz Graker subsequently introduced himself as a partner of one of the Syndicate leaders, Kaila Irons, whom the Neimoidian had referenced earlier. His association with her suggested that his influence was significant and his abilities exceptional. It would be prudent for him to cultivate a cordial relationship with a prospective collaborator, especially considering his availability for further engagements.

"Your skills must be impressive for you to entangle yourself with such a mysterious woman. I certainly would have need of your services for less than reputable tasks if your reputation can handle it?" He said, taking a sip of the drink within hand.

Liin Terallo · Sep 22, 2024

Liin dipped her head in thanks to Gedulty's offer. "Thank you kindly. I do appreciate it." Although she was uncertain that much would come from it. Her attempts at interacting with members of the Alliance had always fallen on deaf ears. The mere fact that their territories were very close to eachother held little weight either. So it was the views of NCBC that they were far too small for the Alliance to take notice of and bore no influence for them at all. So NCBC had taken their business elsewhere, believing that most of the super powers of the Galaxy were of the same line of thinking. The decree by the Dark Empire when it came to foreign business proved that point entirely. It surely wouldn't be long before the other super powers made similar decrees of their own. Yet perhaps it was far better for NCBC and New Cov to not be so well known. The biomolecules they produced were rare, and only so much can be harvested at any given time. Being unable to fulfill the terms of any contract would be devastating.

Tod's credentials weren't very clear to her. But she could imagine what they might entail, those of which Liin could only think of a few situations for her where he would be needed, and it was her hope that those situations wouldn't come to pass.

"How long have you two been a part of this organization, if I may be so bold in asking?"

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Kaila Irons · Sep 22, 2024

Kaila followed close behind, wearing a similar once piece although it was fittingly black and attached only by a series of thin fabric strips that crossed over the others in a pattern. She was noticeably quicker to adjust as she lowered herself gently into the steaming waters, submerged almost to the shoulders as she laid back, closing her eyes for but a moment.

At least until her new acquaintance picked up where they had left off.

Tarasynora said:
“So…where were we?” She piped up, a giggle forming on her lips as the massage jets struck a particularly sore area of her calves. “And you were right. This does clear the mind. Among other things, as well.” She added in a coy mirth.

"Other things?" She hummed softly.

But alas, they were both here on business much as pleasure.

"I believe we were talking about your upcoming career. In my cell, perhaps"

She smirked, rolling onto her side, arm outstretched behind Tarasynora to support herself, opposite hand hung over her hip.

"We don't have a fancy name just yet but the foundation is there. Spice, violence and other things in the works too. Tod there can attest to the pay" Kaila would point to the man in the odd suit with whom she'd entered the observation deck prior.

"Mind you, he handles acquisition. However, I'd never send anyone untrained for the job if I don't have to, nothing like our first encounter. At the very least I'd see to some training, Although I suspect you may already have other skills? Crime isn't always violent, I know that, just look at the galactic senate" She stifled a chuckle.

Part of being a good leader in her opinion meant figuring out where one's pieces fit best. That often meant finding the passions of one's underlings as much as their untapped talents and setting them up for success. After all, Tarasynora's success would be Kaila's success if she joined.

"The way you spoke of using your voice earlier, I can't help thinking there's more to it than just singing, although I'm sure you make lovely music. Would you mind... indulging me? I can be quite curious, you see"

Tarasynora

Todblaz Graker · Sep 23, 2024

In response to the Nemoidian's remark, Tod raised an eyebrow and smirked, "My reputation's always open for business, assuming you're willing to pay the right price." He took a sip of his drink, letting the words linger. "If you need any reassurance, just ask Miss Kaila about how I finish jobs. I try not to disappoint."

If the Nemoidian dug into his background, he may discover that bribes aren't too effective. There was little that could stop Tod from finishing his jobs, he had a reputation to maintain.

Turning toward Liin, Tod patiently waited for Gedultey to respond before answering her question. "Well," he started after a moment of thought, "hasn't been too long. Was on a raiding party, but aside from that, just some underground work." The chaos of his jobs and the underground life often caused him to lose track of time, so dates didn't stick with him.

Shifting his focus back to the Nemoidian, Tod asked. "Mister Dod, aren't you worried the Alliance might come poking their nose into your operations here? They don't usually take kindly to folks with our... reputations."

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Grissuk Ung Kusp · Sep 27, 2024

"Ah - I have only been with the syndicate for a few months since my fall from grace in the eyes of my brother, Senator Dod." The Neimoidian, wearing a frown, addressed

Liin Terallo , who appeared somewhat pleased by the proposal of help in gaining access to the growing Galactic Alliance Market without the involvement of the Alliance Marshals. However, Terallo also inquired further, curious about the duration of the Neimoidian's affiliation with the Syndicate.

The Neimoidian had not been part of the organization for an extended period, having previously held the esteemed position of Trade Baron within the Trade Federation. His fall from grace was precipitated by his brother, who exposed his illicit activities to the Executive Board.

Todblaz Graker promptly replied to his own inquiry regarding whether the his reputation could withstand scrutiny in the event of being discovered engaging in illicit activities. The man affirmed that it could and even encouraged Dod to verify his work ethics with his former patron in the mysterious

Kaila Irons .

The more pressing concern was whether the Alliance would uncover his activities within their territory. While such a discovery was feasible, it appeared improbable in light of the ascendance of the Crusade State, the advance of the Dark Empire, and the recent defeat inflicted by the Sith Order. The Alliance was likely to be overextended across various star systems, resulting in a significant deficiency in internal security.

"I would not worry that much, Mister Graker. The Alliance lacks sufficient personnel to perform comprehensive internal assessments of its territories, resulting in certain shadowports remaining open to individuals with the necessary resources and connections, such as myself, within the Alliance Bureaucracy. Consequently, both the Haxion Brood and the Invisible Market are poised to grow and dominate rival gangs operating within the Alliance, including the Family." He communicated through various hand gestures and finger pointing to emphasize the message directed at both individuals. The Alliance welcomed a wide range of illicit activities, provided that one could effectively leverage them.

Liin Terallo · Sep 28, 2024

Listening to Todd, Liin was already envisioning a certain task for him. However she wasn't entirely certain if it was in his scope of expertise.

Jonah had told her in the beginning of how difficult it would be. Yet she was determined to to at least bring some closure for her people. And if monsters could so easily be created, then could the process be undone as well? She had no knowledge or understanding of Force magic on either side of the spectrum. To her both sides were similar, much like both sides in any conflict. Both created weapons of war and destruction. Both killed innocent people.

"I may have a task for you, Tod, which we can discuss at a later time. I do not feel that now would be appropriate, given this is a pleasant celebration."

Her attention turns to the Neimoidian, and his remarks are very unsurprising. "I would have to agree with you there, Mister Dod. My own excursions into Alliance territory when I was a junior member of the Board went completely unnoticed. I was offered a bit of a tour of the Senate building and that was all. I had half expected that with New Cov being so close to it's expanding borders and with such a valuable resource that they may come knocking at our door for the Covie to take up their banner. But their focus is entirely elsewhere. They care very little for those outside of their influence. So much so that they can so easily miss anything that passes under their noses. I do believe that they have gotten too large for them to be able to handle themselves. And like history has shown us time and time again; those that get too big to handle themselves more often than not implode and become but a memory. History will repeat itself again, and perhaps sooner, rather than later. Don't you agree?"

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