The Syndicate

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In orbit of the planet Coruscant lies the headquarters of The Syndicate. This criminal organisation started out as a bounty hunters for hire venture, but over the past ninety or so years it has become one of the largest organisations of it's kind in the core worlds.

The station is heavily guarded by mercaneries, pirates and the personal armed guard of The President. Before a ship can dock, it must send an authentic encoded ID code and state who is on board and their reason for being there.


The President of The Syndicate can often be found in his office or wandering through the gardens on the observatory level. His right hand women, Perizet and Prema, can often be foundin the fireing range or the sparing arena or the relaxation deck, where a few bars and swimming pools offer a much needed break from their line of work.

 

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Perizet and Prema's shuttle slowed down as it approached the station. The pilot told them that they would only be a few moments, but they were used to this. Any ship wishing to dock had to undergo a strict procedure or they would be escorted away by armed fighters, that or shot down...

After a few moments they received permission to dock and soon Perizet and Prema were walking up the hallway to The President's personal office. The large oak doors swung open to reveal The President sat behind a black desk, behind him a red velvet curtain was draped. He held out his hands in welcome, and if he'd not been wearing a mask, they'd have seen him smile.

Ah! Welcome home my lovely ladies! I do trust your venture was more than successful.

He tilted his head slightly to one side, his hands were placed back on the table. Perizet unclipped her long-blade from her shoulder-guard and lay it on a table in the centre of the room.

The operation was completed, but we ran into some trouble.

Prema put her case on the same table and picked up a cloth from the sink in the corner. She began to wipe the blood off her false hand.

Jedi. We would have killed the-

The President raised a hand to silence her, but in a polite way, he would never want to upset his two favourites.

Now, now. I have expressed my views on the Jedi situation many a time before. And I do ask that you refrain from killing them as best you can. I do hope you were able to restrain yourself from such a stressful activity as despatching a Knight of the Order and Protector of the Republic.

We managed to loose the Jedi. It was the Mandalorians that gave us the most trouble.

She had almost regreted saying it as the now bloody cloth flew past her and slapped against the window that gave a view of the planet below.

Mandalorians. They all deserve to die. We'll kill them all won't we Peri? Every goddamn last one of them. Tear them limb from limb and beat them with the soggy ends. Rip out their entrails and throttle them while they sleep.

Prema was startng to shake, he voice became nothing more than a mumble as she came up with new and interseting ways to kill a mandalorian. The President sighed.

It is most unfortunate that such a race exists. However, we must be leniant in these times. Perizet my dear, do take care of Little Prema.

Perizet picked up her blade and Prema's case and then put an arm around Prema's shoulder and took her to their room. The President sat back in his chair, many a thought roaming his mind.

 

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Prema slept deeply, but Perizet had a rather disturbed night. She could not sleep well and knew that something was troubling here, but couldn't quite think what it was. They woke in the morning and showered. After getting dressed they both went to the relaxation lounge and sat back whilst enjoying a strong drink. There were no contracts to be completed, so they had some time off for now.

 

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Whilst Prema was away at the bar, Perizet left the lounge and collected her equipment from her room. She then headed for the shuttle bay and requested that her private fighter be brought out of storage. Moments later it was cruising out of the hanger and down towards the planet.

Prema returned from the bar with two drinks in hand, she saw that Perizet was gone and sat down.

Oh well... More for me.

She said, sipping on one of the drinks.

 

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Some time later Prema returned to their room to discover all of Perizet's personal belongings were gone. There were a datapads on the table. The first one she picked up read...

Prema. I'm sorry that I have to leave you like this. But here is something I must know, and I can not find the answer here with The Syndicate. Please do not try to find me, I may return. Perizet.

Prema's cortosis fist slammed into the table, which almost broke in half.

She promised me she'd never leave!

She gingerly picked up the second pad, this one read.

My Dear Prema. I have heard about the news of your partnership with Perizet being brought to an untimely end. My consolations. But please do not fret. I have a new contract for you that you will in doubt of my mind enjoy. Please seek my audience at the soonest possbile time that you are available.

Prema picked up her silver gun case and left the room, heading for the gardens, the most likely place to find The President.