Working for the Syndicate definitely had its perks. There was a lot of information that floated up and down the grapevine that most people would never get their hands on. Sure, a lot of it was bogus or useless or otherwise unimportant, but every once in awhile you hit a vein of gold and the grapevine changed from a criminal's game of telephone into a potential money printing machine.
Or at least, that was the intention with the current nugget of information Kholvar had plucked for himself. Word on the street was some group of dipshits calling themselves the Red Crescent were operating out of Kadavo. poaching slaves from Syndicate markets and trying to peddle them on their own. From the sounds of it the little group was doing alright for themselves. Ironic that success is what caught attention - had they simply been small time failures barely scraping by, it was likely they wouldn't be all ending up dead.
Kholvar had the intention of taking over their entire operation by whatever means necessary. To reach that end, the aspiring slaver brought with him several friends: but made a point to involve other Syndicate members as little as possible. Luckily, his contacts within the SE were more than willing to aid him in this endeavor. Truth be told, he didn't really trust them either, but at least the odds of a couple of cultists stabbing him in the back for a business venture seemed quite remote.
As the ship descended through the somewhat turbulent atmosphere of Kadavo, Kholvar left the final wayfaring to his astromech and went to speak with his compatriots before they landed. Grabbing his blaster, the massive Trianii tucked it away. It was the only tool he'd need to rid their destination of the scum that currently infested it.
"These morons will likely fight tooth and nail to keep us away from their cash cow," Kholvar said idly, meeting up with Ender and Ana as the ship landed and the landing ramp descended. "I've no interest in peace talks or negotiations. If they don't surrender immediately, kill them. Don't harm the slaves, you'd essentially be burning credits if you do."
Given that their ship was clearly not marked with Red Crescent insignias, the small arms blaster fire started towards their position almost the moment Kholvar began to make his way down the ramp. "Oh, and if you see one you like, do let me know. I'll give you a discount." Pulling out his blaster, Kholvar started to return fire, making his way out of the ship, his eyes scanning around for somewhere to take cover.
This was where the fun begins.
Or at least, that was the intention with the current nugget of information Kholvar had plucked for himself. Word on the street was some group of dipshits calling themselves the Red Crescent were operating out of Kadavo. poaching slaves from Syndicate markets and trying to peddle them on their own. From the sounds of it the little group was doing alright for themselves. Ironic that success is what caught attention - had they simply been small time failures barely scraping by, it was likely they wouldn't be all ending up dead.
Kholvar had the intention of taking over their entire operation by whatever means necessary. To reach that end, the aspiring slaver brought with him several friends: but made a point to involve other Syndicate members as little as possible. Luckily, his contacts within the SE were more than willing to aid him in this endeavor. Truth be told, he didn't really trust them either, but at least the odds of a couple of cultists stabbing him in the back for a business venture seemed quite remote.
As the ship descended through the somewhat turbulent atmosphere of Kadavo, Kholvar left the final wayfaring to his astromech and went to speak with his compatriots before they landed. Grabbing his blaster, the massive Trianii tucked it away. It was the only tool he'd need to rid their destination of the scum that currently infested it.
"These morons will likely fight tooth and nail to keep us away from their cash cow," Kholvar said idly, meeting up with Ender and Ana as the ship landed and the landing ramp descended. "I've no interest in peace talks or negotiations. If they don't surrender immediately, kill them. Don't harm the slaves, you'd essentially be burning credits if you do."
Given that their ship was clearly not marked with Red Crescent insignias, the small arms blaster fire started towards their position almost the moment Kholvar began to make his way down the ramp. "Oh, and if you see one you like, do let me know. I'll give you a discount." Pulling out his blaster, Kholvar started to return fire, making his way out of the ship, his eyes scanning around for somewhere to take cover.
This was where the fun begins.
@Painus @Orbit