The planet Eriadu. Three miles from the former Zaa Fenn Crime Family's penthouse
The old rodian stood in front of a Virtual HoloNet shop that had once been his favorite noodle bar. A lot had changed since he was forced to leave the Zaa Fenn Crime Family behind. Almost thirty years ago he had bought himself the Zaa Fenn name together with Marissa Hesse, his faithful partner in crime. A few years later they had taken over and built the penthouse-
The rodian looked up between the high risers and saw the building that still had the penthouse, though different occupants lived there now. He had expected a sharp pain in his chest. One of regret, perhaps. One that encompassed the pain his friends had felt since his presumed death. Most of them had died since. Scoundrels he had recruited himself. Talented enforcers he had taken under his wing. Most of them, if not all, had died at the hands of contractors he had hired as well. Despite the pretense of the Zaa Fenn -the posse that was built on trust and friendship- the criminal underworld turned out to be a cutthroat. What he had heard didn't leave much to the imagination. His confidants had been betrayed from within.
Marissa Hesse was presumed dead. Gareth Gin was imprisoned after -by all accounts- going mad. Preef had braved Mandalorian blasters with that Mirakulan daredevil. He had always the highest regard for the White Lion. His successor as chief enforcer and vanguard of the Zaa Fenn. It was the saddest news to hear how his family was gone. Now that Jon had banished him from Takodana and his beloved Belching Frog Ranch.. what did the old rodian have left?
"You want spicey encounter in virtual?" a young human man with shoddy teeth approached him waving some goggles that would poorly fit around a rodian's eyes. "A spicey encounter?" Preef asked, thinking once again about the noodles he had intended to eat here tonight. "Yes, yes. Spicey. Lookalike of President Thorne and the harem of Naboo's Queen." Preef frowned but couldn't suppress a smile. So even after two decades the Spicelord had maintained his Thorne and Sith ruses successfully despite galactic attention. "No thanks," the rodian shook his head and started to gesture towards the east, "I seem to remember there was a boxing gym nearby. One that was rumored to have connections to the-" he noticed the human gulp and nod to interrupt the rodian. Apparently the Zaa Fenn wasn't a favorite topic of conversation anymore.
"It's empty now, but the building is still there. Third alley to the right." and without another attempt at selling the old man some spicey virtual the human turned around and left the rodian standing there looking east. Once upon a time that gym was on of his spots. Places he hid credits in case he needed a quick getaway. If Preef wanted to get into Hutt Space -where he'd feel safest- then he needed credits to get there, first.
A few minutes later a bolt from his peacemaker hit the doorpanel and the door slid open. Both the alley behind him and the interior of what was once a boxing gym for scoundrels of the Zaa Fenn were dark. Without hesitation he stepped inside, signature peacemaker in hand. He might not get recognized by anyone alive due to age and the forgetfulness of time, but it didn't hurt to be careful.
@Versok