Tasha Blackwell
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Jan 17, 2019
- Messages
- 285
- Reaction score
- 45
Business was booming, and Tasha loved it. She had very capable employees that were working hard to expand her corporate empire. Every now and then Tasha made the visit out to some of the warehouses they had acquired. Some of them were less than legitimate, but they brought in tons of profit. She was on Nar Shaddaa visiting one of the disruptor producing factories.
The law around here didn’t improve even with Mandalorians taking over, and she was thankful for that. She could walk around here without worrying about anyone shutting down her operation. Tasha hated having such a strict security detail around her at all times, but it was necessary after the attempt on her life at a demo of her products.
She was given a tour of the assembly line and production of the guns at the new and remodeled factory. From the outside it now looked like a legitimate business, and it even had her logo on it. Tasha was happy with what she saw, but she had a long day and was beyond tired. Her business suit felt tight, and she wanted nothing more than to undo her ponytail and collapse on her bed.
Tasha snuck out of the factory for a moment, stepping outside of the building and into an alley. She had dodged her security detail and simply wanted to get some fresh air. It was the middle of the night, and there was a storm going on outside. The soft drizzle of rain was actually a welcome reprieve from the heat that scorched the city.
Tasha looked out into the empty alley, spotting the odd drunk every now and then. She reached into her purse and took out a cigarra. She wasn’t often a smoker, but the stress of these constant meetings was getting to her. Tasha lit up her cigarra and took a drag, blowing out a thick plume of smoke. She was standing under an awning to shield her from the rain. She tilted her head as a shady looking man with missing teeth slowly approached her. His hair was oily and he had a wide grin, “Hi miss, could I interest you in some deathsticks?” He looked her up and down, “....You can pay me in ways other than credits.”