Xaa Hafven No More
Three years ago the Zaa Fenn enforcer of that time defected to the Xaa Hafven and burned a considerable number of rackets in the process. Marissa's predecessor, the old Cathar Shere Zaa Fenn, always wanted to take his revenge. What better way to assert some dominance than to find that traitorous Shistavanen on Ryloth and blast him.
Participants: @Lydeck and @Eccles
Participants: @Lydeck and @Eccles
The rodian looked deep into the Twi'lek's eyes as if the intense stare would suddenly motivate her to tell him what he wanted her to say, but she seemed utterly unimpressed. "I said no," her determination hurt Preef, but he managed enough restraint not to go for his blaster with all those guards looking about. The Xaa Hafven Crime Family owned some rackets on Ryloth and the trade of highly flexible Twi'lek girls was without a doubt the most profitable. Preef figured this established, The Horny Lekku, was a front for that illegal trade. Unfortunately for him he wasn't very good at the whole convincing part of the job, "Larr said no private dances." She shook her beautiful head and rolled her eyes. As if she'd do the dance with a rodian! Not before the Battle of Ryloth, not after it and not even after the Five Syndicates enslaved them all to work in the mines. Rodians grossed her out.
Preef sighed and sank bank into the booth he shared with his Bothan companion. "She's playing hard to get," he assured the scoundrel. Still, the rodian looked a bit sullen as he returned himself to his drink. This was the third dancer that mentioned him, Larr Loft, the Shistavanen enforcer they were there to kill. Apparently he was close enough for them to be scared of repercussions, but not for the Zaa Fenn pair to actually catch a glimpse. "Maybe the next one, hm?"
@Lydeck