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Six Months Prior To Present Day, Blue Sector, Coronet City, Corellia, Corellian Sector, Alliance Space.
Jester walked out of the office at the back of one of Coronets nicer clubs. The Blues Sector was a harsh parallel to the rest of Coronet. While the majority of the city was a bustling metropolis, home to the Corellian government, The Blue Sector was a rough neighborhood populated by seedy cantinas, corrupt dance clubs and all other brands of filth. Jester wasn't a huge fan of conducting business on Corellia. Sure it was a beautiful planet and all, and there was definitely a market here, but CorSec was a thorn in his side. CorSec was known as one of the more competent law enforcement agencies in The Galaxy, a model for many a planetary police force. However police presence had its benefits. On criminal controlled, outer rim worlds like Nar Shadaa with no law of any kind, Spice was widely available and dirt cheap. On developed, civilized core worlds like Corellia, it was less available, and much, much more expensive. Jester looked at the high denomination credit chips he had just made. 120,000 Alliance credits. A decent take, considering the amount he had sold would have netted him 20,000 in the Outer Rim. It was amazing how profitable the Spice market could be on worlds like this. the scumbag club owner he had just sold his product to could easily triple the amount he paid. Especially with Glow, the exclusive strain Jester had just sold him. Once Coronets underworld got a taste of it, the market would explode. From then on, Jester would have his small time smugglers deliver the Glow. He liked to make the first sale on a new world himself. To build reputation and let people know who the real King was.
He walked through the bustling club. Neon lights, lasers and stobes flashed around the dance floor. Young Corellians, some poor, a surprising amount rich, danced to the ear smashing music blasting from the clubs many speakers. It was a cool spot for a young person wanting a fling, maybe planning to have some drinks and a little spice. So these are my Corellian customers... Jester thought as he looked over the dance floor. Nobody noticed him, they were either too drunk, high or enamored with each other to care about the dark dressed bald man whisping his way through the crowd. Jester could use a drink, and hell, he was already here. He walked through a sliding door adorned with neon lights of all colors and into the cantina room. This was one of the bigger clubs in The Blue Sector, combining a hip club for the young rich kids to use on the weekends, and a cantina for the regulars. surely a profitable arrangement, seeing how crowded the place was. Maybe I'll open a few clubs one day. Jester thought. They were certainly a good cover for a Spice den, but the operating costs probably took a bite out of profits. That's why Jester liked the Spice trade. Every credit he made was almost pure profit. Once you get your production centers set up, it costs pennies of the credit to make, and is worth hundreds of times what it cost tor produce it.
He walked up to the bar. Time to place his typical order.
"Hey, bartender, best thing you got."
The bartender walked over.
"Everything we got is the best buddy."
Jester smiled at the boast.
"The best of the best then."
The bartender nodded. He disappeared into the back room and came back out with a tall, clear bottle, holding a shimmering golden, bubbling liquid.
"Here it is, Corellian Champagne, fresh from the producer. 10,000 for the bottle and 800 for a glass."
Jester smiled again. His kind of swill.
"I'll buy the bottle." Jester said, pulling a 10,000 cred chip out the the pocket inside his long black jacket. Heh, funny, the clubs owner had just handed him this.
"Alright here ya go. Gonna drink all that yourself?"
Jester thought for a second.
"Maybe."
The bartender let out a laugh.
"Big drinker eh?"
"You could say that."
Jester cracked open the bottle and took a long swig right off. It was an exquisite drink. Tasty as hell, and reasonably strong. Now to find someone to share it with, or maybe not. He scanned the bar. In the corner there seemed to be a Saabac game going on. At the table sat a rich looking human kid, no older than 19, a sketchy looking human, probably in his thirties, and a giant blue alien. He was the one that stood out. The guy was a mountain of muscle. Jester thought what species he could be, Feeorin he thought it was. Wait... didn't some Feeorin smuggler beat out a Sith Lord or something like that not too long ago? Maybe that was the guy, and if it was, he had to meet him.
Jester took another long swig from the bottle, it was obviously not intended for one guy, but Jester was never known as a responsible drinker. He walked up to the Saabac table and slammed the bottle down on the corner.
"You guys wanna deal me in?" He said casually, holding up a hand full of credit chips, shimmering in the neon lights of the club.
Jester walked out of the office at the back of one of Coronets nicer clubs. The Blues Sector was a harsh parallel to the rest of Coronet. While the majority of the city was a bustling metropolis, home to the Corellian government, The Blue Sector was a rough neighborhood populated by seedy cantinas, corrupt dance clubs and all other brands of filth. Jester wasn't a huge fan of conducting business on Corellia. Sure it was a beautiful planet and all, and there was definitely a market here, but CorSec was a thorn in his side. CorSec was known as one of the more competent law enforcement agencies in The Galaxy, a model for many a planetary police force. However police presence had its benefits. On criminal controlled, outer rim worlds like Nar Shadaa with no law of any kind, Spice was widely available and dirt cheap. On developed, civilized core worlds like Corellia, it was less available, and much, much more expensive. Jester looked at the high denomination credit chips he had just made. 120,000 Alliance credits. A decent take, considering the amount he had sold would have netted him 20,000 in the Outer Rim. It was amazing how profitable the Spice market could be on worlds like this. the scumbag club owner he had just sold his product to could easily triple the amount he paid. Especially with Glow, the exclusive strain Jester had just sold him. Once Coronets underworld got a taste of it, the market would explode. From then on, Jester would have his small time smugglers deliver the Glow. He liked to make the first sale on a new world himself. To build reputation and let people know who the real King was.
He walked through the bustling club. Neon lights, lasers and stobes flashed around the dance floor. Young Corellians, some poor, a surprising amount rich, danced to the ear smashing music blasting from the clubs many speakers. It was a cool spot for a young person wanting a fling, maybe planning to have some drinks and a little spice. So these are my Corellian customers... Jester thought as he looked over the dance floor. Nobody noticed him, they were either too drunk, high or enamored with each other to care about the dark dressed bald man whisping his way through the crowd. Jester could use a drink, and hell, he was already here. He walked through a sliding door adorned with neon lights of all colors and into the cantina room. This was one of the bigger clubs in The Blue Sector, combining a hip club for the young rich kids to use on the weekends, and a cantina for the regulars. surely a profitable arrangement, seeing how crowded the place was. Maybe I'll open a few clubs one day. Jester thought. They were certainly a good cover for a Spice den, but the operating costs probably took a bite out of profits. That's why Jester liked the Spice trade. Every credit he made was almost pure profit. Once you get your production centers set up, it costs pennies of the credit to make, and is worth hundreds of times what it cost tor produce it.
He walked up to the bar. Time to place his typical order.
"Hey, bartender, best thing you got."
The bartender walked over.
"Everything we got is the best buddy."
Jester smiled at the boast.
"The best of the best then."
The bartender nodded. He disappeared into the back room and came back out with a tall, clear bottle, holding a shimmering golden, bubbling liquid.
"Here it is, Corellian Champagne, fresh from the producer. 10,000 for the bottle and 800 for a glass."
Jester smiled again. His kind of swill.
"I'll buy the bottle." Jester said, pulling a 10,000 cred chip out the the pocket inside his long black jacket. Heh, funny, the clubs owner had just handed him this.
"Alright here ya go. Gonna drink all that yourself?"
Jester thought for a second.
"Maybe."
The bartender let out a laugh.
"Big drinker eh?"
"You could say that."
Jester cracked open the bottle and took a long swig right off. It was an exquisite drink. Tasty as hell, and reasonably strong. Now to find someone to share it with, or maybe not. He scanned the bar. In the corner there seemed to be a Saabac game going on. At the table sat a rich looking human kid, no older than 19, a sketchy looking human, probably in his thirties, and a giant blue alien. He was the one that stood out. The guy was a mountain of muscle. Jester thought what species he could be, Feeorin he thought it was. Wait... didn't some Feeorin smuggler beat out a Sith Lord or something like that not too long ago? Maybe that was the guy, and if it was, he had to meet him.
Jester took another long swig from the bottle, it was obviously not intended for one guy, but Jester was never known as a responsible drinker. He walked up to the Saabac table and slammed the bottle down on the corner.
"You guys wanna deal me in?" He said casually, holding up a hand full of credit chips, shimmering in the neon lights of the club.
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