The Future of Crime (Mercs/Criminals/Pilots/Open)

[RC 212]

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Iron Dragon Casino​

Refitted Venator SD​

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One thing most crooks and cartel had in common is they needed a common way to launder their money. And that's why they had this little beauty, the Iron Dragon Casino. Originally a Venator SD it was refitted and gutted to include a host of games from slots to Sabaac. Tons of suites, and plenty of room below decks for her Boss Fargos hit men, Mercs and other would be criminals.

After a brief raid near Eridau that had netted them a decent profit, and a few hostile takeovers of shadow ports nearby, they were ready to move.

She sat at the head of a long table, smoking a deathstick. To most folks she'd seem ordinary, and nothing more than your run of the mill spacer trash. But the woman with the grey shirt, black jacket and DL-44 hung off a low slung gunbelt was anything but. At the table were a few of the more well known families of crime, including folks from the Ticon's, and old Bane bloodlines.

She snorted another bump of spice off a silver platter and then shook her head.

"Well then, bet you're all wondering why you were called here."

Some them looked nervous. This was meeting more than just heads of criminal empires. She had everyone gathered here at Fargos request. Pilots, Mercs, Smugglers. They had a policy of transparency, one hundred percent.

"The Black Sun Syndicate is rising again as no doubt you know. On board here we have over fifty labs to produce a little know cocktail known as Booster Blue."

She held up a vial of the stuff. Pure Azure and sparkles.

"This bad boy is a Spacers best friend. We need a Cashflow. So no lies, no bantha chit. We want everyone at this table. We need your ships, your Pilots, your political connects. We aim to run the Rimma Corridor, and then expand from there."

She took a deep drag and ashed her ciggarette.

"What this means for you? Five percent of the total cut for whomever gets on the ground floor, whether ye be personal contractor or Large Crime Organization. Once You've proven you can move Fargos Products without losing them and or karking him, you might be brought into a much higher circle, of which I can promise earns far more creds."

She ashed her Deathstick again

"Those of you that might not be up to the task feel free to leave. But for those that want a steady paycheck, and to be a part of the Underworlds Future, I can promise you, this is the place ye wanna be. Any questions?"

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[Darth Ayra]

[member="Selar Silar"]

Perhaps it had been the recent excursion to Bothawui. Or perhaps it laid in the expansion project. Either way Ella Nova found herself sat at another Sabacc table and the hand was good. Two staves that added up to eighteen. A single Flasks locked into the interference field at four. One shy from achieving Pure Sabacc. The next play would make or break the hand. She could go bust by going over twenty three or get lucky. Although with her it wasn't luck at all. She knew when to fold, when to call, and when to bet because her feelings guided her as they often did. It was because of them that she was sat in the Iron Dragon Casino.

Much like Bothawui the Sabacc table held ulterior motives. She was here because she had heard along the grape vine that there was opportunities here for expansion. In a setting like this she half expected to see [member="Thraxis"] drinking and smoking in a corner somewhere. Perhaps not. Their business laid in Republic space, and this was far from the prying eyes of the galaxies only democracy. Lifting a cigarette to her mouth, Ella took a drag whilst sliding forth a 1,000 chip. "Call," she said next whilst exhaling smoke as she spoke.

The others around the table folded. They were playing it safe whilst trying to figure her out. Did she call because she was bluffing or because she had a good hand? Questions for simpletons. Ella only called when she had a hand that she knew could assert victory. Every hand and game that led up to that point was done solely on the basis to undermine her opponents. She would intentionally lose a hand to make herself look novice, or in the case of this table (whose players were far more seasoned than others) she make it known that she was a good player. She would let them watch, as they tried to find her tell, and when they thought they had it they would fall for a well played trap as they bet big and lost.

Down the table the chatter of conversation caught her attention. As the dealer took in the cards from the last round and begun to shuffle them to start the next Ella's attention averted itself away from the droid. Using the Force she listened. Something about a product. Booster Blue. An odd name for a narcotic.

"Yeah I have a question," Ella piped up. "Can I try some of that? Can't say I'd be interested if I didn't know what it does firsthand."

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ella Nova"]

Iron Dragon Casino​

Refitted Venator SD​

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A newcomer spoke up. Selar locked her brown eyes on hers and then nodded.

"Aye we got a sample."

She nodded to two Rodians in the corners of the room. One of them touched his ear, and suddenly another came through the door, bearing a tray with a metal canister on it. He set it down on the stainless steel tabletop and motioned for her to try it.

Selar let another puff escape her nostrils, like a dragon breathing smoke before the fire.

"It's a byproduct compound of Industrial Starship paint. Mix it with the right stuff, and it boosts a pilots reaction time, speed and dexterity. Mix with other chit I can't name, and some folks even been able to dodge blaster bolts."

She puffed again, and snorted another bump of glitterstim, eyes going wider.

"But I think it's all crap and fairy-tales. Tell ya what., Booster Blue's gotten me out of a few scrapes though. What'll your name be then? And what's your business asking?"

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Selar Silar"] |

Ella leaned forward when the Rodian served her a sample of the Blue Booster. Taking a hit she leaned backwards and allowed the narcotic to do it's work. She felt a sensation creep over her. A high that she hadn't experienced before. Closing her eyes she allowed the spice to mix together with her neurons, feeling an increase in reaction time. She noticed it had an odd side effect of making her feel twitchy. Whether that was just her bodily reaction to the chemicals or what the drug normally did she couldn't guess.

Before the Blue Booster fully took an affect Ella used the dark side of the Force to burn away the chemicals internally. The technique was normally used in the case of poisons. No poison could kill a true Sith Lord, and from a manner of speaking spice could be considered a poison to some, if not most who fall under it's alluring charms and aroma.

"It's good," Ella said before turning her gaze back around to Selar. "I have an operation on Humbarine. We're looking to expand our range of narcotics and we're always interested in making new partners. Perhaps we can talk about it if you're interested?"