Lysle of the Hydian Way
Silent and Violent
[member="Popo"]
The Wheel
Lysle had rarely gone to the Wheel; it was competition. The largest gambling space station in the entire galaxy, and more was that Popo ran it. He knew this well, for Popo had been in direct opposition to Lysle during the Red Raven wars with the Black Suns. He was gun-running for the Suns at the time, but Lysle no longer knew his intentions, his actions or who he even worked for; all he knew was that he was here to meet and organize a deal.
Unlike the Wheel, Lysle had ran one of the more successful ground-based casino's in the galaxy, The Dragon Palace Casino. Now, Lysle ran an entire city of casino's, spice venues, cantina's and a rather large redlight district. In total he employed five-hundred-thousand people, that does not count the droids that ran security for him in Neos City. It was a project that was half a decade in the making, and most of that was whilst he was in the glasshouse on Onderon.
The rest of the time organizing Neos City was spent gathering allies within the Hutt Cartel; securing him a seat of power. After a failed attempt on Chiasa's life, in which Lysle decided not to kill her out of pity for the woman, she had somehow mystically found out about the planned attack and made him a wanted man - not that he was already wanted, he was just an even more wanted man now.
This made The Wheel dangerous for him. There could be bounty hunters anywhere, or just an undercover officer from the Galactic Republic or any given number of agencies. Breaking out of a high-security prison on Onderon was no small deal. Yet, Lysle had an ally on his side, a woman known as credits. She was plentiful and many in his pockets, and he could pay off most bounty hunters who didn't have a code, or were just generally greedy.
Lysle was quickly picked up by security at a checkpoint once they verified his identity, from there he supposed they would take him to Popo. They lead him down back corridors where employee's rushed to their work stations, or lead other VIP guests. Lysle was slick as ever, the latest in suit fashion, his hair neatly combed, and his shoes shone. Grey steeled eyes followed the length of the hall, and at the very end the security opened a door and ushered him in to meet Popo, mano-e-mano, at last.
The Wheel
Lysle had rarely gone to the Wheel; it was competition. The largest gambling space station in the entire galaxy, and more was that Popo ran it. He knew this well, for Popo had been in direct opposition to Lysle during the Red Raven wars with the Black Suns. He was gun-running for the Suns at the time, but Lysle no longer knew his intentions, his actions or who he even worked for; all he knew was that he was here to meet and organize a deal.
Unlike the Wheel, Lysle had ran one of the more successful ground-based casino's in the galaxy, The Dragon Palace Casino. Now, Lysle ran an entire city of casino's, spice venues, cantina's and a rather large redlight district. In total he employed five-hundred-thousand people, that does not count the droids that ran security for him in Neos City. It was a project that was half a decade in the making, and most of that was whilst he was in the glasshouse on Onderon.
The rest of the time organizing Neos City was spent gathering allies within the Hutt Cartel; securing him a seat of power. After a failed attempt on Chiasa's life, in which Lysle decided not to kill her out of pity for the woman, she had somehow mystically found out about the planned attack and made him a wanted man - not that he was already wanted, he was just an even more wanted man now.
This made The Wheel dangerous for him. There could be bounty hunters anywhere, or just an undercover officer from the Galactic Republic or any given number of agencies. Breaking out of a high-security prison on Onderon was no small deal. Yet, Lysle had an ally on his side, a woman known as credits. She was plentiful and many in his pockets, and he could pay off most bounty hunters who didn't have a code, or were just generally greedy.
Lysle was quickly picked up by security at a checkpoint once they verified his identity, from there he supposed they would take him to Popo. They lead him down back corridors where employee's rushed to their work stations, or lead other VIP guests. Lysle was slick as ever, the latest in suit fashion, his hair neatly combed, and his shoes shone. Grey steeled eyes followed the length of the hall, and at the very end the security opened a door and ushered him in to meet Popo, mano-e-mano, at last.
