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[Kara Zaa Fenn]

Tatooine wasn't in any sort of chaos. Sure, the Supreme Mogul of the cartel -Nor'baal Desilijic Fa'athra- had just declared war to the Empire. The sandball with its two suns had a good defensible position right smack in the middle of ISC-space and everyone knew the Empire would never move its fleets through it out of fear of inevitably riling up the Thorne Autocracy to declare war against it as well. No, Tatooine was safe by sheer luck of location in this vast galaxy and maybe -slightly- due to the reputation of that very old rodian gunslinger that was still considered a legend among legends when it came to the criminal underworld.

Those that shared his crymorah name weren't that comfortable upon calculating their own odds, however.

Kara Zaa Fenn had the twenty HMP gunships patrolling a perimeter around the Belching Frog Saloon. They had been acquired at auction some time ago by her son, Dismas, who she had been unable to reach. He had since -to Kara's knowledge- been trying to make ends meet as an astronavigator for the large corporations, so him being somewhere, maybe in hyperspace, where he couldn't be reached by intergalactic comms wasn't too concerning.. yet.

A speeder truck was parked out front and several databanks of valuable underworld information, ZF shell companies, dataplagues, synth spice recipes, weapons and spice were being loaded on the truck by members of the Callo Gang and Kara's own trusted group of mercenaries and slicers. They were about to transport four decades worth of leverage offworld to a medium freighter that just landed at a moisture farm just outside Mos Espa. The ship had just picked up her weequay employees and old slicing den at Rache Robotics on Nar Shaddaa.

A big logistical move as Kara wanted their ships to travel to Spirana first, where they transferred the cargo to a large freighter and make several short "fueling stops" to avoid entering ISC-controlled space.

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A long time ago the Zaa Fenn Crime Family left Sullust -where they had originated- and settled on Eriadu. Before the Sith Brotherhood rose to power, before the Sith Empire came to be, the Zaa Fenn ruled the Eriadu underworld from their penthouse in Eriadu City. This three-story fortified penthouse had been their base of operations until the first death of Preef Callo, until they moved to the Quick-Draw Cantina on Coruscant. For some reason the shell company owned by the family had retained the lease all these years and Kara was astounded that the passcode she found in Marissa's personal databank still worked and the elevator doors opened once they reached their designated floor.

"double O, Six-" she nodded towards the droid standing behind her, which promptly moved ahead with a rifle in its hands as it scanned the penthouse's interior and its three sprawling floors. Kara had her own pistol in her right hand, but couldn't bring up the focus to be prepared for anything. Her left wiped a thick layer of dust off the twelve-seater dining table and her mind wandered. "So this is where they lived?" she wondered, "Marissa, Preef, Gareth, Pidge, Kel and Thressk. Before they either got famous-" she thought of Marissa, Preef and Gareth, "-or died," a tragic fate for Kel and Thressk, though a very common one among underworld gangs, "-or, living out a quiet life, I guess." Kara suddenly wondered if it had been the slicer, Pidge Batana, who alone had chosen the right path, in the end. Flying under the radar long and well enough to never get a target on your back, living to a venerable age and actually being able to raise kids. Assuming, ofcourse, that she had.

Kriff that. Not Kara's jam.

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[OOC: would appreciate a discord or PM before jumping in]

 

[Xim Zhan]

The winds of Eriadu were sharp as they whipped across the roof of the penthouse. The gray sky twisted and churned and a chill carried in the air. Even here, it was obvious the place had been left unattended for a period of time, be that months or even years was unknown; but the caked dust was heavy as the black-clad Mandalorian came to land at it’s edge. Xim Zhan’s Mandalorian jerpack had carried him three stories up and two blocks over, a tactical approach to the penthouse that had once served as the bastion of criminal power in these parts.

Behind his T-shaped visor, the Mandalorian’s eyes combined with the power of his heads up display to scan and analyze the rooftop as a whole and even beyond. Nobody should have known about the return of the Zaa Fenn crime family to their home; keyword: should. Sometimes news had ways of sneaking out though, be that from a mole deep within the ranks or from the loose lips of a passerby who happened to see something he should not have. It did not matter, that was why Xim Zhan was there. True to the Mandalorian stereotype, credits were credits and Xim Zhan needed the money. He did not ask questions, he was not being paid to. Whatever this group of criminals was about, if it did not impact the Mandalorian people, it did not matter to Xim. It was no business of his what the dar’manda did or did not do to one another; even if he did like some of them.

No snipers popped up on his scans, nobody else at all seemed to be on any nearby rooftops. Xim wondered if it had anything to do with the sky, a possible approaching storm? As the harsh wind buffeted Xim, he cautiously began to work his way about the rooftop. A cracked landing pad, a raised structure that housed a lift deeper into the penthouse, and even a pair of abandoned parapets that had once held weapons emplacements covered the roof and in turn were covered in dust and wear. But dust and wear were all that seemed was up here, and as the first drops of rain fell from the sky, Xim keyed up his comm to his benefactor, @Kara Zaa Fenn, “Rooftop looks clear boss.”

@Eccles

 

[Kara Zaa Fenn]

The Zaa Fenn Crime Family was now a mere shadow of what it once was. Back when this was its headquarters they had ruled the galactic underworld. The cartel had been so little and all those Hutts that are now declaring war were so scared of a rodian that they went into hiding.

That same rodian's demise was the cataclyst of trouble. Without the quick-draw that made their rivals back away the Zaa Fenn were hounded and eventually betrayed. It hadn't been too difficult to figure out who had done it; the consortium. In the past decade low level spice dealers have told Kara that when the spice-stream from the ZF dried up after the raid on the Quick-draw Cantina, that the only real change was the sudden legalization of spice in the Independent Systems Consortium. A lot of the previously affiliated dealers who sold to the MorataCorp dispensaries were told to now open up their own 'legal' spice shops filled with Kessel spice. The legal brand was ofcourse mined in ISC-mines, controlled by one-part Tenloss and one-part Crimson Dawn. The man who had chased off the Zaa Fenn crimelord had called himself, an outsider, the new boss of bosses of the Crymorah Syndicate. Who was he? CEO of Tenloss, transporter and distributor of ISC spice.

Despite all of it being so obvious, Kara had never tried to meddle. Preef -after his miraculous return to life- and the Supreme Mogul had taken Tenloss off the board and the rodian had broadcasted the 'revenge of the Zaa Fenn' on the HoloNet. Not that it matters much. Kara wasn't planning to return to the intergalactic spice trade and the Zaa Fenn would never be allowed to return to its former heights.

Her remembrance was interrupted by one of her (expensive) mercs comming in. Xim Zhan was a dependable operator and more importantly he had the equipment to scan the perimeter. A single Mandalorian was worth an entire gang of goons and scoundrels. A single skilled gunslinger, anyway, that's what Preef had proven to the galaxy a hundred times over. "Doesn't look like they were expecting us," which meant there was no galactic syndicate currently present on Eriadu, "so let's prepare the hangar for incoming cargo."

At the spaceport, while Kara, TC-SC 23006 and Xim Zhan went ahead, the large freighter was being offloaded and the precious cargo transferred to smaller cargo shuttles that would fit in the penthouse hangar.

Assuming she'd meet the Mandalorian in the hangar, Kara wiped the dust off her hand and went up the large stairs that had dead plants on either side and a single set of footprints in the dust. The droid was scanning the upper level already.

Once inside the hangar she went up to the console and pressed the right buttons. It was silent for a moment before the automatic blastdoors opened up the hangar and Kara noticed for the first time that it had begun to rain. "Home to Rache-01," she spoke into her comm unit, "Hangar is fit to land."

@The Mad Hammer

 

[Xim Zhan]

Once Xim was good and sure the rooftop was truly clear; he made his way to the sealed lift doors. A swipe of the man’s gloved hand revealed the dull glow of the keypad, worn and etched with the passage of the winds of both time and Eriadu. “At least it still looks functional,” he remarked to himself as he stepped to one side of the sealed doors and deftly fingered in the code he had been given for access. Xim quietly prayed the code was accurate. If it was not, he had no doubt some automated security function would come online and try to turn him to mince meat. The pad beeped and booped with each key depression. After entering the final alpha-numeric digit, Xim stepped back, cradling his E-11 in the crook of his arm for what felt like much longer than a moment before finally the pad hummed and glowed green and the lift doors trundled open.

The site inside was a testament to the flurry of what had befallen this place. Boxes of abandoned documents spilled across the floor around a shattered exotic wood chair. The lack of dust however was a testament to the security of the place within. Gingerly, the Mandalorian stepped aboard and when it did not catapult downward, he clamored aboard out of the falling rain. The doors whisked shut behind him and in moments he found himself rumbling down toward the penthouse’s main hangar.

As the doors open, a low rumble filled the hangar. Across the way Xim saw his benefactor, @Kara Zaa Fenn at a console. Stepping into the hangar, Xim’s footsteps echoed through the empty bay.

Xim came to stand alongside Kara. He said the first thing that came to his mind, “Its raining.” Nothing profound but it did not betray his deeper thoughts either. He liked the rain. It reminded him of simpler times, of intimate moments, of harder work and easier jobs. It was the final one that he pondered on now. “Should cover deliveries from certain prying eyes.” And with any luck, the payment on this job would be for standing around, walking a perimeter in the rain. Still, Xim was not foolish enough to think that a resurgent criminal empire would not have enemies; new opponents who did not like the encroachment on what was now their terf and old familiar faces and shadows bearing even older grudges.

Xin stared over the edge at the roadway below, the falling rain running in streams down the path. Looking left and right, Xim ponder aloud. “Do you want me here when the shuttles arrive? Downstairs at the door? Or on the roof?”

@Eccles

 

[Kara Zaa Fenn]

It didn't take long for the first freighter to come into view and decelerate as it approached the hangar. "No, might be best if we do our own house calls-" she had a few targets in mind. A few blocks from the penthouse was a cantina that served as the office for the head honcho of the Myriadu Knivers. They liked to pretend it was the best su'shi place in the capital but Kara had eaten there once and knew it to be mediocre compared to any decent Coreworld restaurant. What she had in mind didn't matter much however, for barely audible above the steadily approaching freight engines was their comm where the droid announced movement towards the penthouse lobby.

<Statement: Elevator approaching>

Kara gestured for the Mandalorian to follow her back down the wide stairs, "my guys have this handled, let's welcome our unexpected visitors."

It was a relatively short walk back to the elevators now that they didn't have to scan their surroundings with a blaster in hand, so before Kara had time to think she found herself facing the closed doors to the elevator shaft and watching the little number increase. "Why did you never join the Callo Gang?" she suddenly asked the Mandalorian. Preef's gang of outlaws and gunslingers was known to have more than a few Mandalorians on its payroll and they usually navigated towards the strong fighters. Kara heard it said that Mandalorians followed strength more than cunning.

"If you had joined up you'd have both a home and a warrior's life," she made her case, but wasn't sure it would land well. The Mandalorian religious fanatics that never took off their helmets were notoriously difficult to read.

A few seconds more and the elevetor dinged and to Kara's surprise the doors even opened, suggesting their visitor had a history with the Zaa Fenn when they were still operating here on Eriadu.

"For a second I was worried it'd be Preef," a sixty-something weequay chuckled as he -and then the three goons that accompanied him- entered the lobby proper and stopped merely three feet away from Kara's nose. "but you're Marissa-lite, they say Preef didn't want to be associated with what remained of the Zaa Fenn so he made a Marissa-lite the new boss. That right?"

The three goons, all weequays as well, spread out slightly and kept their dominant hands closed to vibro-knives that are tucked behind their belts. Fitting, really, that the gang called Myriadu Knives would carry around vibro-knives instead of blasters.

Kara smiled with her much-practised pokerface, "You must be the Myriadu Knives Gang-" she retorted by placing emphasis on the gang part. The way the Crymorah Syndicate worked was that only when a gang became significant enough to meddle with the affairs of an entire syndicate, earned its way at the table so to speak, that it was allowed to call itself a Crymorah Crime Family. Whoever ran this crew of knivers hadn't yet earned his place at that table.

"You're saving me the trip down to your pathetic excuse of a su'shi place," the first riposte, hitting them where it hurt emotionally, "to tell you that the Zaa Fenn Crime Family-" she made sure to put emphasis on the Zaa Fenn being a proper high-ranking Crymorah family instead of a lowly gang, "-is back on Eriadu and I expect a complementary tribute of twenty percent each month."

The gang boss's visible turned to a mixture of anger and joy while his three goons shifted on their feet. One of them, the one closest to the Mandalorian, reach to his knife already. No doubt he was feeling extra anxious due to his proximity to an armored enforcer.

@The Mad Hammer

 

[Xim Zhan]

Xim nodded, turning to fall in step with Kara as they circled the stairs back down toward the main level. Her questions were simple ones as they moved. Unfortunately, the answers were anything but simple. If truth were told, he had been offered several different opportunities to sign on with rogue groups of rebels, enforcers, gangs, and the like; he just never did. Wether it was because he was clinging to his past or seeking out where he truly belonged was unknown. What he did know; however, was that he had a home and that there was more to life than warring, even should it be held in such high esteem. And so as they came to the bottom of the stairs, he answered, “I’m just a simple man.” It was true, for all his complex gear and the aura inherently carried by a Mandalorian, he craved the simple things in life, a warm bed, a peaceful existence, the simplicity of working with one’s hands, be it in combat or the field. “trying to make my way in the universe.”

Standing beside his benefactor, the chime of the lift predicated the opening doors. Xim’s hands held his blaster rifle, low, abfled at the floor. The slight tweaks of Kara’s body language and the unknown beyond the opening doors had him tense and ready to react, to shoot back or dive for cover tackling his ward tonsafety, should whatever is on the other side of the doors prove less than friendly.

The odor of the Weequay was an assault on the Mandalorian’s olfactory senses even behind his helmet. It was an unmistakable prelude for the thuggish brutes and a means of communication that baffled the mind. As Kara and the lead goon traded barely veiled jabs, Xim’s eyes and his HUD worked to monitor a situation that had gone from curious to tense in a mere moment. Bouncing from goon to goin and blade to blade the man and machine worked in tandem to lock onto any potential threat and identify it. Vibroblades, why was it always vibroblades? He hated the things and he definitely had worn the wrong armor for trifling with such idiots. New plan: don’t get cut.

As the group leader bristled with anger, his nerve began to show, first in the goon with the weakest constitution; but the tensing of muscles and shifting of postures spoke enough. Violence, it seemed, would be imminent if the tables were not turned. And violence on such decadent flooring seemed like a problem that just did not need to happen.

Clutching the barrel of his rifle in his right hand, Xim lowered his left from the weapon’s trigger, flexing his fingers as he lowered his arm to his side. At least for all the world that is what it looked like; but for the Mandalorian and his less than simple armor, it was much more. The precise movements of his wrist and hand brought the wrist-mounted munitions launcher and it’s dozen tiny rockets online. Xim hoped it would be unnecessary. If anything, four on one, maybe four on two, just did not seem very fun. His arthritis was acting up and the man’s knees already felt it and his fingers ached in their gloves.

“Maybe ya’ll take those hands off your knives before you make a mess of your heads all over the Zaa Fenn estate?” He growled as he hooked his E-11 on his belt, his right hand drifting to his own simpler, larger Mandalorian blade.[/Abox7]

@Eccles

 

[Kara Zaa Fenn]

Gotta love Mandalorian enforcers. Just as the weequay gang boss wanted to voice a retort, the faceless warrior chimed in a very well-timed threat. Kara noticed how that one goon move his hand away from his knife immediately and one even did a small step backwards. The Myriadu Knives might have the upper hand against the civilian population, but against a crymorah crime family that has the connections and credits to hire even a single Mandalorian?

"You guys left," his anger was notably changing to desperation already. He was beginning to realize that issuing more threats would be futile. There was no way they could defeat a Mandalorian that wasn't a conscientous objector. "You can't just come back."

"Yes," Kara gestured around and then smiled in the direction of her Mandalorian mercenary, "We can."

There was a thing to consider here. Would she punish them for the insult and immediately show all gangs on Eriadu who was the new top dog in the criminal underworld, or would she let it slide. Being benevolent never did sit quite well with her. "My name is Kara Zaa Fenn," she nodded for the Mandalorian to draw his blade, "and I am the boss of the Zaa Fenn Crime Family." the pistol she had held was subtly turned to be ready for hip-firing the boss if he made a move now.

"For your insult I demand a finger," and he had the choice to either do it himself or have the Mandalorian do it for him. "For your threat I demand compensation. Two-hundred Peggats and his-" she motioned towards the goon that was standing closest to the Mandalorian and had made the mistake of grabbing his knife earlier, "-life."



@The Mad Hammer

 

[Xim Zhan]

Silently, Xim was relieved, as the goons stood down. It seemed the legend of a Mandalorian had carried the moment and his confident employer was willing to push her luck. At her signal, Xim drew his heavy beskad blade; his faceless visor staring emotionlessly forward. Like any one of millions of faceless enforcers, there was little way to tell what the Mandalorian might intend or be capable of outside the obvious threats uttered by his employer and the shimmer of overhead light off his blade. That was probably good though, as Xim’s eyebrows raised questioningly and his mouth contorted in disgust at the idea of gutting a being for standing there. It was hardly even fair; not that fair was that important. Still Xim was not a simple butcher.

“Or you could run,” the man uttered in a deadpan voice, as if to offer the cowards a seemingly way out. Not that they would make it to the lift doors if they chose that option. Xim pointed his blade toward the goon slotted to die either way; offering the dual purpose of accentuating his threat and lining up a cleaner shot on each of them should they run. Nobody ever said that Hutt-type goons were the smartest in the merc world. If they ran, they would each fall, taken down by the Mandalorian’s targeting relay and wrist-mounted whistling birds.

As he stood there, blade held forward, Xim silently flexed his jaw, an internal command to leave one of the goons alive if they ran. What sense was there in killing them all when one could be left to serve as the witness of what befell those who refused the Zaa Fenn? A harbinger of the punishment that awaits.

@Eccles

 

[Kara Zaa Fenn]

The Mandalorian's words surprised Kara and she noticed the Myriadu Knives' boss hesitate for a moment too long. Kriff. Resistance was growing now they suspected the Mandalorian was all threat and no action. The weequay began to shake his head, clearly intent on refusing her demands, so Kara did the only thing she could to get her message across and instead of hip-firing towards the boss she shot the goon standing closest to the Mandalorian. The one whose life she had demanded the boss took to appease her.

"Your price just went up," Kara said coldly after the goon was finished stumbling to the floor and clutching the burning blaster wound in his abdomen. She tried to play it like the hesitation was too long, but if the Mandalorian didn't back her up right now this whole thing could turn into a bloodbath real fast. "three-hundred peggats," she watched how the boss' gaze switched back to her after having witnessed his goon tumble over, "and that finger."

"You crazy bitch," the boss hissed, "You're nothing but a kath hound! The Myriadu Knives will cut you and your entire family of has-beens to pieces!"

That was the Mandalorian's cue if he ever needed one. As long as he kept the boss alive that Kara, as she pointed her pistol downwards as the boss' hand went towards his knive, shot in his knee from point-black range. The boss fell, forgot to unsheath his knife and seemed to kneel in front of her. The remaining two now went for their knives as well and Kara knew that she would never be able to outfight them. She needed the Mandalorian to proof his worth.

@The Mad Hammer

 

[Xim Zhan]

Well, that escalated quickly, Xim realized as his employer acted in his stead. As men went for knives tk defend their boss who had been forcibly knelt before them, Xim sprung into action. The whistle of a pair of minuscule seeker missiles filled the air for a mere second as they arced out from the Mandalorian’s outstretched wrist before detonating into the chests of the two goons left standing. They tumbled backward their lungs collapsing inwards as they choked on their own blood and their hearts stopped pumping, scorched internally hy the piercing munition’s tiny explosive. He did not even have to lift a finger and the last two standing went down.

As for the other two, Xim stepped forward, directly in front of the kneeling boss, and brought a hard armored knee upward into his face, sending him sprawling backwards. He shot a glance toward the dying thug on the floor before angling his heavy Mandalorian blade at the gang boss. “You should know, even a single Kath Hound can be deadly. Now run off,” he wagled his blade toward the lift the gang had come from, “back to your nest and tell all your little kitty-cat friends to be expecting the Lady Kara in due time.”


@Eccles

 

[Kara Zaa Fenn]

The Mandalorian was effective, but he also undermined Kara's demands by sending the crippled boss back into the elevator. Kara knew better than to openly tell him off as that would be to show a weakness to all gangs on Eriadu. Kriff, she really didn't have a choice, did she?

While the two of them, the crippled boss dragging his dying goon, barely made it into the elevator, Kara stepped forwards, raised her pistol and shot the both of them twice for good measure. She couldn't have them tell others that her hired help didn't follow her orders. "Nice gadget," she referred to the whistling birds that had almost soundlessly killed two scoundrels within two seconds. "Too bad your helmet isn't as quiet as your weapons are," she shook her head as she holstered her pistol, knelt down and retrieved the fancy-looking vibro-knife of the gang boss.

"I'll pay you extra if you deliver the heads to their su'shi place," to send a message she hadn't wished to send, meaning she was now forced to engage in a violent turf war to get back on top of the foodchain. The fact that his very penthouse was a fortress in itself would help in that regard, but any turf war had casualties and she had engaged in a few on the Coruscant lower levels to know this one was going to take a while. Zaa Fenn had no real turf right now. No businesses, no spice corners, no local slicers, no local politicians or security officers on the take. All of it now had to be won in blood.

@The Mad Hammer

 

[Xim Zhan]

Xim grimaced at the response. It was fair, he had hesitated. The man was a paid mercenary not a cold-blooded killer; but even then, he had spoken out of turn. “Apologies ma’am,” he nodded as he stepped forward. “It will be done.”

There was no sense making a mess in the foyer. If a message needed to be sent in blood, the more public, the better. Tucking his weapons away, Xim grabbed the booted heels of the first downed Weequay and drug the lifeless body onto the lift. The second third and fourth were quick to follow. He would drag them outside and commence the messy work of separating their heads from their bodies there.

On the cobblestone street, Xim deposited the bodies one beside the other along the edge of the ditch. Staring down into their lifeless eyes, the Mandalorian pondered. Taking a life in battle was one thing, for the necessity of his people the same, as a paid mercenary - that was acceptable, but to mutilate their bodies? Where did that fall?

After a few minutes of reflecting, Xim settled on the ancient beliefs of his own; of the deification of war, of souls and the greater manda collective soul. To that end, these thugs, goons, and would-be warriors of their own traditions and beliefs were little more than uninformed pagans, infidels who were bot to be converted, but whose place was to die; to wander the void aimlessly lost for eternity “<May the spirit of Kad Ha’Rangir and whatever gods await you in the void have mercy on you, if not in this life, but the next.>” he spoke in the language of the Mandalore as his heavy steel blade glinted in the air and he hammered it down severing head from body.

When the bodies and heads were seperated, Xim unceremoniously rolled the braid adorned craniums into a sack before kicking each headless corpse into the gutter, a telltale warning of the brutality of House Zaa Fenn, before he began the trek of walkibg down the rain soaked streets of the city to the base of operations utilized by the Myriadu Knives.

Wordlessly, this time, he would open the door, like a wild west frontiersman of old, silhoutted against the skyline in the entrance to the low lit establishment. Strolling nonchalantly toward the counter, Xim would heft the bag of heads atop it before turning to walk out; the haphazard stack of Weequay domes rolling within until one lolled onto the table. As he sauntered back into the night, screams of shock and shouts of anger echoed from within the sushi establishment.

Keying his comm directly to @Kara Zaa Fenn , Xim muttered. “It is done.” He jnew what came next, such an aft was nothing short of a declaration of war amongst the underworld. He thought little of it though. If it was a war they wanted; well, it was within his beliefs to see that it was won. As a descendant of the Death Watch of old, it was tradition to use any means necessary, and already Xim Zhan was plotting how best to bring such a crusade to a fitting end; an end that would bring glory to not inly the Zaa Fenn, but to him, to his people, to the Mandalore.

@Eccles

 

[Kara Zaa Fenn]

While the Mandalorian went about the business of sending a fitting message to the Myriadu Knives gang at their su'shi restaurant, Kara returned up the stairs to oversee the unloading of her precious cargo. With the second shipment came Scratch a slicer that had been part of the Zaa Fenn Crime Family for over two decades now.

"Welcome back to Eriadu," Kara smiled, knowing this very penthouse had been their base of operations when Scratch first joined. Back when Marissa still occupied the office above and Preef was still young. "Set up a slicing den upstairs and contact Hollastin," she referenced the Mothkari Crime Family. Although the cyborgs of the Mothkari -Haro and Siren- weren't known to leave Hollastin often, Kara guessed that they wouldn't be happy with the dangers this cartel war brought to their doorstep. If she could offer the underworld's best slicers a safe haven here on Eriadu then she would do it.. to improve both their futures.

Fifteen minutes later Kara had opened one of the crates to take from it a bottle of Nal Hutta Moonshine -Preef's favorite drink- and took it to the lowest floor of the penthouse, where the bar was. There she undusted two small glasses and poured just as the Mandalorian commed in to tell her it was done. Message send. Kara set one of the glasses to her lips and slung the moonshine back, letting it burn through her throat.

This was it. The Zaa Fenn were back on Eriadu.


/end thread
@The Mad Hammer