Ask I was but the Learner

[Grace Zann]

Commenor | Halicori Village | 1200 Hours
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It was uncommon that Grace visited locations in the core worlds, but today was a special exception for the crime lord. Commenor was a planet that was a bit more isolated than the other worlds. Setting up a black market there would help boost the Zann Consortium's income. She had already purchased a small building there under the name 'Grace Zann' a proud statement of who she was, and what power she held.

The woman's skipray blastboat would arrive in Halicori village, a smaller settlement that would be far easier to set up shop. As her own ship landed, two others would follow suit. The side door of the ship would hiss open, and grace would walk out along with a crew of men. The various workers she had brought along looked like they may have been apart of a moving company, but were in actuality workers for her criminal enterprise.

The men would being bringing multiple large crates toward a durasteel building marked "Zann Re-manufacturing". meanwhile she would simply fold her arms and watch them all work. The new arrivals would cause some eyebrows to be raised by the people of the village, but no one had yet to directly approach the woman. The lightsaber attached to her hip made her look like a jedi to some, and they had just been outlawed by the New Republic not long ago.

"Do be carful with that box Havvs... It's worth more than your month's pay." She would remark with a smirk.

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[Guizai]

On a new day, the young padawan looked forward to beginning. Laying in his room, Guzai stood up and slipped on his Jedi robes. He lived alone as he planned to train frequently day in and day out. The six-foot-tall boy equipped his saber and all the necessary tools he needed. As he left his home, Guzai was eager to visit a local shop. Before he went to training, he had to eat something before he went to practice.

When he arrived at the scene, he noticed a woman and a group of guys bringing boxes into the store. Guzai raised an eyebrow because he had never seen this before. He wasn't the only one as some random civilians watched to see what was going on. Guzai's aim locked on the woman as he looked her up and down. Finally, he saw a lightsaber strapped to her waist. He was a Jedi himself, so he could sense something wasn't right immediately. Without hesitation, he placed his right hand on his saber whilst keeping his distance three meters away from her.

"Say your name women and what are you doing here?" He would say during a tone of aggression. He was curious to understand who she was, one thing was wrong regarding this woman.

 

[Grace Zann]

Grace's small operation would soon be interrupted by a young man. He would sternly question the woman, asking after her name and business. The name was obvious, as the small shop was named partially after her. It would be then that she noticed the kid's lightsaber as well. This guy was suppose to be a young jedi of sorts. "Who? Me? I'm Grace Zann. A business woman of sorts. That building over there is about to be a shop of mine."

Her eyes would point toward the lightsaber attached to his hip, and then back toward the young man's. "A jedi huh? You're quiet young. What have those old fools taught you." She would chuckle to herself a bit. She remembered her own time as a jedi, so idealistic and young. She thought they were giving her power and freedom, but in truth the jedi held her back. At least now she had true independence as a Shaper of Kro Var.

As she spoke the crew she brought along would continue moving the boxes into the building. At this rate, they would be done soon.

 

[Guizai]

He made sure his eyes preserved firmly on the feminine ahead of him. As she expressed her name and her justification, it had been evident why she was here. Guzai obtained a timely glimpse at the facility, shifting his head and therefore bobbing his head afterwards. Zan Remanufacturing was her business, and it appeared everything was pushing fairly for her. Along with his right hand on his hips, he was suspicious of this woman. She was a businessperson minding her own business. "That's a pleasant business you running over here, Grace. Luckily, I ain't the sort to demand one thing from foreign individuals like you."

He would unleash a slight smile as his eyes watched Grace point towards his lightsaber. Guzai was appalled to listen to her response, how did she realize he was a Jedi. He speedily withdrew his blue lightsaber, reaching to point it at her head. "Think fast, act faster. That is what they schooled me." Guzai' surroundings suddenly became additional severe because the majority of civilization was glancing at the crisis. He became acutely aware as he maintained his temperament eyeing the feminine ahead of him. "I'll ask you once more who are you and how does you know about the Jedi?"

 

[Grace Zann]

It was funny that the young man called her business 'pleasant', that was certainly a change. Then again, not many people in the core worlds knew of the Zann Consortium's rise to power within the last few months. It was also quite funny that he said he wouldn't be asking for any sort of tribute. That wasn't a very Jedi thing to say after all.

She would remain completely still as the young man pointed the weapon at her. All she could do was smirk, "Act faster. That's far different from the order I remember." She would cross her arms, simply smirking as he asked about her history with the jedi. Grace would shake her head, and would explain "My name really is Grace Zann. I am a former jedi, Shaper of Kro Var, and leader of the Zann Consortium... Perhaps you've heard of us?"

She doubted he had heard of them, but perhaps the old tales of her ancestor Tyber Zann would ring a bell. The man ran a criminal syndicate so powerful it defeated the galactic empire on several occasions. "I was once a Jedi like yourself. Adhered to their strict codes and teachings..."

 

[Guizai]

He had no choice but to aim the projectile at her skull. Whoever she was, he would have to get to the bottom of all this. However, seeing her cross her limbs when he asked about her, he was surprised to see it. This woman's enthusiasm went far beyond what he expected. Still, some women would have trembled with sympathy. This one was far smarter than the ones he had found. "You sure talk a lot women.. a lot, either you're stupid, or both."

Of course, he remembered her name, her business and what she lived for. Something, however, wasn't exactly what he thought after hearing the opening sentence Leader. A former Jedi and a form of Kro var. Guzai did not predict what she assumed, he was keen to understand her. He would raise down his lightsaber halfway to her chest, smirking. "No, I have not. Tell me about them, Grace, and why did you leave the Jedi?"

@Grace Zann

 

[Grace Zann]

Grace would almost chuckle as the young man said she talked a lot. Crime Bosses had a bad habit of singing their own praises, and this one was no exception. The Zann Consortium had been all over the news not long ago. It would be then that he would ask after her knowledge of the Jedi, and why she left to begin with.

It was a tragic story really, but a very true one. "I didn't leave the Jedi by choice. I was exiled for a crime I didn't commit. Framed by another Padawan... Regardless, I'm better off for it. The Five Syndicates freed me, gave me independence. I'm my own person, not some pawn... I took what they taught me, and now I'm one of the richest people in the galaxy."

It would be then that the crew of men loading boxes into the building would begin unpackaging both merchandise and equipment. They were already starting to furnish the building.