Bomery "Alex" Chaden stood on the balcony of his high rise apartment in one of Coronet's nicer districts, what seemed eons away from where Alex had used to peddle his wards only a few years prior. "What a change" was the only thing he could think to himself as looked over the vast expanse of skyscrapers and buildings that was Coronet City. His playground. Alex was a powerful drug lord, having transitioned from street level to gigantic levels of profit in a few years from applying some basic economic principles to his work, and an unusual pension for cruelty. Even for a man in his profession.
The young man sighed as he watched the sun begin to set over the backdrop of the cityscape. He'd woken up only a few hours prior, sleep schedule reflecting the nature of his work. The big customers almost always wanted to buy their demons at night and away from the prying eyes of the potentially watchful. One of the things that made Alex's business so unique was the set of clientele he catered to beyond the average buzz head. The powerful, beings who kept those who'd ask questions about his enterprising away from his sectors. It was a sweet little deal. Alex re entered his bedroom and locked the glass door behind him.
Alex meticulously put on his white suit as he prepared to leave the apartment, making the necessary adjustments in order for it to be to his specifications. He cut the light on and off three times before exiting his apartment. Underneath his suit and expertly placed so as not to be seen sat a heavy blaster pistol neatly in a holster. One could never be to careful.
After locking his entire apartment Alex strolled down his hallway to an elevator and whistled as he waited for it to reach garage level. He entered an expensive black speeder and set an automated course to his favorite haunt and unofficial headquarters, the Mynock's. A former pirate hub Alex had bought and reconfigured for his own purposes.
The trip was short and Alex entered the bar with an air of confidence before strolling to the locked staircase that led to his personal office and VIP lounge. The large Wookie "gate keeper" as Alex called him quickly opened the door with a slight bow. Alex nodded approvingly and strolled to his office, where he poured himself a drink and began half heartily working on a few finance checks on some of his dealers. Most of his attention was focused on the cantina's main floor.
He liked to know who was coming and going.
The young man sighed as he watched the sun begin to set over the backdrop of the cityscape. He'd woken up only a few hours prior, sleep schedule reflecting the nature of his work. The big customers almost always wanted to buy their demons at night and away from the prying eyes of the potentially watchful. One of the things that made Alex's business so unique was the set of clientele he catered to beyond the average buzz head. The powerful, beings who kept those who'd ask questions about his enterprising away from his sectors. It was a sweet little deal. Alex re entered his bedroom and locked the glass door behind him.
Alex meticulously put on his white suit as he prepared to leave the apartment, making the necessary adjustments in order for it to be to his specifications. He cut the light on and off three times before exiting his apartment. Underneath his suit and expertly placed so as not to be seen sat a heavy blaster pistol neatly in a holster. One could never be to careful.
After locking his entire apartment Alex strolled down his hallway to an elevator and whistled as he waited for it to reach garage level. He entered an expensive black speeder and set an automated course to his favorite haunt and unofficial headquarters, the Mynock's. A former pirate hub Alex had bought and reconfigured for his own purposes.
The trip was short and Alex entered the bar with an air of confidence before strolling to the locked staircase that led to his personal office and VIP lounge. The large Wookie "gate keeper" as Alex called him quickly opened the door with a slight bow. Alex nodded approvingly and strolled to his office, where he poured himself a drink and began half heartily working on a few finance checks on some of his dealers. Most of his attention was focused on the cantina's main floor.
He liked to know who was coming and going.
