As planets went Zeltros was one of the more extreme worlds dedicated to a life of hedonistic pleasures. Those came in many forms and flavors and were regarded on equal footing as both lascivious and unforgettable. For the prudes of the Galaxy that would preach against it's 'Sin'drome of debauchery, Blitz was fully confidant that more than a majority of those also had time to time gotten their jollies at the hands or several of the planet's near infinite supply of succulent flesh. Amaul Jaris was a man of means and opportunity, and when he saw the possibility of doing business with a planet that was literally swimming in everything that made a person feel good - there wasn't a decision to be made, except to bring in the cargo requested. His own vaults of product were stacked till near bursting, the payload for the profit. A continual contract with the planet was the end game however. He'd come as the representative to lay down terms and conditions enough to warrant a continual passage to the planet still under the rule of the Republic. Though like many worlds (Nar Shaddaa included) those that were within the scope of the Republic were not as beholden to their ideals, or as welcoming to their forces. They may hold the world in their sway, but the comings and goings of the people - those couldn't be independently policed, and that is where crime won over politics time and again.
Blitz wore many proverbial hats in the Black Sun market; a chemist, a poet, a negotiator, and certainly a businessman. Though most of all, Blitz was a criminal who put his thinking cap to good use, and generally outsmarted his opponents in ways they would not expect. He wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty though, and didn't delegate a great deal. He ran a family in the Suns, a family of loyal followers whom he referred to as brothers and sister. Agents for a cause, but a tightly knit and respected family. The reasons for his interest in such a group were many, but rare few ever pieced together some of the most notable reasons. He didn't talk about his past, and anyone trying to pry around in his head for facts and dates would be a sore loss, with his Epicanthix blood running hot through his body. His mind was his own, shut off to the Galaxy, which kept all matters he didn't want known private and secure. The man with the ship next to him - he was a trusted ally, but he was not family. Most of the Black Sun were independent, as it worked better for their dealings. He knew him though - as much as he wanted to anyway, and was willing to strike deals and do jobs with a man who had seen war, and put the interest of the Suns of paramount importance.
"I've always got plans my man, always in motion - and always profitable." A sly grin rose from his visage while the pixel crafted credit sign appeared on both lenses of his digital shades to indicate his prime motivation. "Zeltros would make a fine run for mah continued product advancement. World's got a beat to it, and it's pulse is high and vital. That pleasure cocktail only gets better when you had some spice to da mix, ya dig?" His smooth as caramel vocals were notably relaxed and peaceful. Amaul had a laid back charm to his talk, and to his appearance. The eclectic blend of a hodgepodge of styles worked in tandem to present an off-kilter image. He was certainly not what you would expect from a Crime Lord, and that worked in his general favor. From his pocket a small metal case was flipped out, and in a motion practiced thousands of times he flipped out a custom stick and touched it between his lips, using the other side of the case for it's lightning capabilities before a slow drag was taken in to relish the flavor blends. About a half a minute later the slow exhale of smoke passed through his nostrils, in what he liked to call 'chasing the dragon'. "One for the docking?" He offered up, a rare treat to get one of Blitz's special stash. Of course he didn't have to use it now, but having one was something people didn't generally refuse.
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