Big Trouble in Little Corellia

[Allyson Locke]

Vingilot – Evening

Allyson waited in the middle of a conference room, she had reached out to one of the padawans that had shown a lot of promise. He was the ring leader to a bunch of them which meant he was a natural leader for the most part. She had seen him once or twice around the Silver Rest, but never interacted with him. With the galaxy worried about their governmental wars, criminals and the like were rising and taking advantage of the distraction.

While she waited, the woman moved her hand over the projector screen. Images flashed back and forth showing different blurred faces of men moving large crates of cargo. She had recognized most from when she was a smuggler herself, but it seems like old friends had found new friends who were into some dangerous stuff. Her nose creased as she flicked faster back and forth with the wave of her hand. She had followed this group of smugglers for some time now and she had even infiltrated a bit under a guise.

A hand rested on her cheek as she stopped flicking and paused on the face of an old friend. A heavy sigh and she shook her head and returned both hands to the pockets of the military green jacket she was known to wear. Looking at her comm, [member="Kahlil Zambrano"] should be poking his head in very soon.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Well this was new. Even during his time in the Silvers the young man had never been called by another for a job. He always just found his own jobs. It's why Kahlil ended up with his crew as he did. Like minded individuals he found without any purpose or aim but wanting one. He wasn't entirely sure what to do with this new scenario. Is he suppose to be formal? Casual?

Crap, it was complicated.

He eventually settled for a mix, casually knocking on the door as he entered and nodding his head to [member="Allyson Locke"] . "You uh, wanted to see me?"

 

[Allyson Locke]

The door knocked and Allyson turned to face the man entering the room. A soft smile as she nodded and waved for him to come in. The room was dimly lit mostly for the projector to be at its best light for them to see. She didn’t look at him much more and focused on the projector which she waved her hand moved the slides back around. The control for the projector was on the table beside them, but with her skill in mechu deru, Allyson didn’t require it.

“I did. I thought I’d give Jyoti some rest – she’s usually my partner in crime.” It had been some time since the pair had gone undercover together, even before their hiatus – Jyoti had taken the role of handler for the Shadows. Allyson of course, could never do that, she enjoyed being in the thick of things too much.

“A few things, I picked you because you seemed to be one of the few that could handle himself without much direction. Which for what we’re going to do is important. I can’t baby sit – so don’t make me.” She flashed him a smile and then turned her attention back to the projector. “I’ve been monitoring the smuggling groups that reestablished themselves on Corellia after her terraforming.” The slides moved to show several groups coming back and the higher transit numbers from different months to different years. “I’ve been able to infiltrate on my own on small cases to check things out and it seems a lot of the old families have gained new ground. The group in particular, are these guys.”

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Again, the slide changed showing a group of men and aliens laughing, Allyson continued. “The group is called Stark Commercial Combine. They were big during 44 BBY but quieted down after they were betrayed by the Trade Federation. Years and Years go by and then we get them now. They’ve quietly been working in the shadows all this time.” Allyson signed and continued to flick through the slides. “Rising back up the family grew and now basically run like a Corellian Mafia in a sense. Human Trafficking, Drugs, Bacta pirating. All that fun stuff. I was able to shut down some of their bigger drug rings, but the fake Bacta and Human Trafficking are their biggest money makers.”

The slides turned off and Allyson waved her hand, the lights of the conference room came back up to full and she was able to get a full look at the man who she assigned to herself for this mission. There was a long pause as she examined his features and felt old wounds began to resurface. The Corellian woman tightened her arms around her chest as she drew the jacket around her for subtle comfort. “We’re going to try and infiltrate again.” She continued trying to hide the slight discomfort. “So, pack up your bags and say your goodbyes we’re leaving in an hour.”

Finding some way to relax a bit she smiled, “Its going to be fun, I promise. Any questions?”
[member="Kahlil Zambrano"]

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Oh. Right to business. Kahlil dropped his casual demeanor and nodded once to [member="Allyson Locke"] as he listened to her explain. Infiltration mission, to deal with a human trafficking and false bacta ring. For a second, his eyes narrowed at the mention of human trafficking. But he went back to business, nodding again as the mission info was all laid out. He took his time to study each of the faces in the picture. No one he knew, but that was on another side of the galaxy from where his contacts would of been.

Kahlil had almost missed it as he turned his attention back to the Jedi Knight. She knew him. Well, not him. But his family. He had learned to pick up on those slight discomforts when he first arrived at the Silvers. He scratched his chin as Allyson laid out the time frame. The crew would be fine without him for a while, but who would he leave in charge? Probably Thiavi.

"No questions yet. If I think of any, I'll let you know." He returned the smile, and a small wave. "See you in an hour." With that he turned to leave, the smile gone from his face. IT might end up being a really long trip.