Preef’s fame has spread further in the galaxy than Marissa had any reasonable expectation of it doing so. There were some rather immediate and obvious downsides of being a famous criminal, those came to her first. Anonymity was gone for starters, and that extra level of scrutiny was hardly something any clandestine operation exactly needed.
But, she had to admit, there were a series of benefits as well. The additional income and name recognition for the Zaa Fenn was hardly a downside, work had been flooding in for there family ever since “Preef Proof 2: A Speeder to Freedom” had come out in the Core Worlds. She made a concerted effort herself to keep her apparent involvement limited. While she could handle herself, if anyone wanted to send a hit squad after them Preef was much better skilled to survive it. It only made sense then that, with such a sudden shot in the arm, they threw themselves up the criminal hierarchy, and fast, with Preef as that figurehead. Marissa herself, despite her ambitions, was exceedingly comfortable as the power behind the throne. And at base, Preef was her oldest and closest companion in the business, such a change wouldn’t change that, or likely their professional relationship either. She was still the planner.
And as such, in their plan to hit Gori where it hurt, she knew a set of symbolic moves would weaken him faster than any factory hit or spice lab being destroyed. And their floating penthouse, ‘The Bawdy Bantha’, was a prime target for sinking. Literally,
“The engines have a fallback generator even if we hit the main one, so we’ll need it hit both to take it offline” Marissa gestured between the penthouse floating above them and the blueprint holo she’d managed to acquire, laying out the basic plan,
“And make it off before it sails into the undercity. Though I shouldn’t think it’ll be a problem” she looked at her companion with a sly smile. She was confident, this was a bold move. But the first of many, ones that would send them to the top.
@The Captain