REDEMPTION
The aging rodian -for he was in his early seventies by now- sat at his usual table at Mos Eisley's Belching Frog Saloon. It was a quiet morning as he had send most of his gang to make trips across the planet to collect the cartel's Chakaph, or tribute, and thus he sat there mostly by himself nurturing a cup of really strong caf and smoking a systech stim. These days he needed Systech adrenals and kolto baths in order to stay in somewhat of a fighting shape. He knew his job. For decades he had provided the Zaa Fenn Crime Family protection by reputation, watched Kara grow into her role as a boss and helped her raise her only child, Dismas.
But the rackets weren't what they used to be. Kara was a bounty hunter and slicer that assembled crews on request and only after payment, so she had reformed the Zaa Fenn to cater to those needs. Armed robbers like Preef were useful when a trigger needed to be pulled, but modern crews depended more on slicers and droids that were not only expendable but also specifically programmed for a job.
He had lost hope for Dismas, too. Their pirate astro-navigator was more likely to accept a regular job flying for one of the corporations than he was taking over the reigns of their crime family. What he needed, or so Preef often mused as he sat here in his saloon drinking and smoking, was a man that was more like Crix Dolan. A man with the mindset of an enforcer who laughed in the face of risk instead of carefully mitigating them beforehand. What he needed, was another Preef Callo.
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Operation Mogul starts on the planet Tatooine
The Imperial Security Bureau (ISB) knew that it was difficult to get into the Supreme Mogul's inner circle from the outside. After all, after botched assassination attempts by both the Mandalorians and the Sith Order, the patriarch of the Desilijic clan had improved his security so much that the official estimate was that he was thrice better protected than the Emperor. As such, the intelligence division -with the aid of Imperial Czerka- had groomed the perfect mole from birth. It was Cipher Seven's task to infiltrate the posse of legendary gunslinger PREEF CALLO in order to get passed the Supreme Mogul's defenses and join the Hutt's inner circle for a lethal blow, or for continued intelligence.The aging rodian -for he was in his early seventies by now- sat at his usual table at Mos Eisley's Belching Frog Saloon. It was a quiet morning as he had send most of his gang to make trips across the planet to collect the cartel's Chakaph, or tribute, and thus he sat there mostly by himself nurturing a cup of really strong caf and smoking a systech stim. These days he needed Systech adrenals and kolto baths in order to stay in somewhat of a fighting shape. He knew his job. For decades he had provided the Zaa Fenn Crime Family protection by reputation, watched Kara grow into her role as a boss and helped her raise her only child, Dismas.
But the rackets weren't what they used to be. Kara was a bounty hunter and slicer that assembled crews on request and only after payment, so she had reformed the Zaa Fenn to cater to those needs. Armed robbers like Preef were useful when a trigger needed to be pulled, but modern crews depended more on slicers and droids that were not only expendable but also specifically programmed for a job.
He had lost hope for Dismas, too. Their pirate astro-navigator was more likely to accept a regular job flying for one of the corporations than he was taking over the reigns of their crime family. What he needed, or so Preef often mused as he sat here in his saloon drinking and smoking, was a man that was more like Crix Dolan. A man with the mindset of an enforcer who laughed in the face of risk instead of carefully mitigating them beforehand. What he needed, was another Preef Callo.
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