Gathering the Flock
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Kuat was a bustling world of great productivity. What better a planet could serve as such a role for the Hutt Cartel and better yet, Alfred Shepherd himself? Nothing came close, as far as Alfie was aware, but he still had to play things safe. Running a gang with Skelgok Desilijic wasn't going to be easy- but nothing in this galaxy was simplistic these days. With the fallout of the New Republic, core worlds like Kuat were on the market for anyone to get their hands on. Alfie liked to think that he struck gold first, which was why he sent out an invitation for anyone willing to broke business in The Drunken Herd.
It had already become quite the popular with the local factory workers. The establishment was lowkey and calming. It wasn't some annoying club with music blaring in your ear so loud that you couldn't have a decent conversation. No, this bar was far better, but mainly because of the operations taking place right below the droid servers' metallic feet. This was going to be the home of the Pahneke Baha Gang, which was Huttese for 'The Horned Flock'. It paid homage to both Alfie's last name and his most wealthy partner, Skelgok. But now it was simply about finding those who were willing to be apart of something bigger than themselves. People who were not expendable, but dependable.
The invitation was vary vague to begin with, but that was a precaution to avoid any unwanted attention. Alfie was just not interested in making any moves against the planet's defense force so early with practically nothing to back him. Anyone who showed up would earn a sliver of Alfie's respect, and anyone who arrived and made the right impression would be rewarded accordingly. So, Alfie sat in his meeting room, awaiting for scoundrels, mercenaries, and thugs alike to enter the exclusive lower level of the bar. If Skelgok wanted to examine the good business, he was more than welcome to attend as well.
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