As the Imperial Shuttle descended from the heavens, Wodan could see plumes of thick heavy dust rise off the surface of Sevarcos. The dry, dusty planet was home to the most prolific Spice exporters in the sector, millions of slaves worked these dangerous mines day in and day out delivering profit for their Zygerrian slave masters.
Ever since the crackdown on slaving a few years ago, mines like these were becoming harsher and harsher as the Zygerrian’s tried to squeeze every last drop of money out of their slave force before they were forced to close by the Empire, Mandalorians or another entity against their practice. Sevarcos bordered the Southern Sith Territories, a section of space Wodan was in the process of claiming as his own. The newly minted Champion was beginning the process of surrounding himself with like minded individuals he could use to further his goals both here in the south and throughout the entire Empire and Galaxy.
Sol Kenuk was one of these individuals, granted Wodan thought the Kel Dor was a little unhinged and perhaps baying for blood a little too much for the Firrerrian. But he had some understanding of Sol’s desires and it was always handy to have an attack dog if need be.
With a smile Wodan turned to face the Kel Dor who was in the shuttle behind him. “So we are in agreement then. Your support in my coming endeavours and in exchange, you will have complete control over Dagobah and access to the necessary material to conduct your ‘experiments’. Are we in accord?”
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