More than Just a Dream

[Nostromos]

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Corellia| Coronet City| The Vivid Dream Casino| Managerial Office​

Berrukas Slim was a fat, fidgeting sort of man, who often found himself at odds with any partner he took up. His business was cutthroat and disloyalty was always the name of the game, but in this particular circumstance he found he couldn’t throw money at it to make it go away. So, the Nosaurian had set his sticky fingers out into the ether of the Mercenary world, he gave little detail but the promise of creds and danger.

He needed reckless and suicidal, wanting to avoid the more clever degenerates he could possibly employ for the sake of, hopefully, saving a little money as well as his life. He’d gotten a bite and had reeled it quickly, promising too many zeros on the theoretical check he offered. Berrukas had set up the date and the time, and both were nigh, so he wrung his hands and looked from one of his bodyguards to the other.

“Are you sure he’s coming?”
“Yes sir.”
“But maybe he---”
“He was just seen in the back rooms sir, he’s almost here.”
“But I---”
“Sir, please.”

His bodyguards, Geri and Freki, were long-time friends and career thugs, so Berrukas chose not to take offense as they humored him with little subtlety and rolled their eyes at his anxious muttering. He paid the two Trandoshans well enough to know they wouldn’t steer him wrong. He hoped.

The Vivid Dream Casino was not the only facility Berrukas ran, he also had a lucrative spice smuggling business that he ran as a hobby--mainly because he made enough money at his casinos that the supplementary income wasn’t needed---but also to keep the other Entrepreneurs and King Pins off his back. Bu that didn’t always work out, Hutts and other crime families were picky about this territory thing.

The golden framed, glass door slid open to admit the man who Berrukas had hired; the room was sound proof but the din of avid gambling poured in like a storm before it was cut off by the door shutting behind the mercenary. Berrukas tried to straighten up in the egg-shaped chair he was perched in, narrowing his eyes and swallowing down his nerves as best as a man with a mark on his back could. “Ah, I’m so glad you decided to come!”

The Nosaurian did not get up to greet the man and shake his hand, instead he stayed firmly planted behind his desk, and merely gestured for the mercenary to approach, and his boys to let said man pass.

@Die Shize