[OOC: This thread is a social for members of the Five Syndicates and the select few indies that have participated in missions to benefit the faction. The only exception is for the Sith that helped defend Kessel against the Jedi Order.]
Eriadu
Zaa Fenn Penthouse
While there was only room for a single spaceship, the hangar was still bustling with activity tonight. Four KX-series security droids enhanced by the Droid Gothra and Mothraki Crime Family guarded the landing area where shuttles would be coming and going all night. Why? The Zaa Fenn Crime Family, who used the penthouse as both a home and an operational headquarters, was celebrating their ascension to the top of the Crymorah totem pole. Preef Zaa Fenn -formerly Preef Callo- had personally told one of his closest enforcers to tell the slicer to send encrypted invites to a select number of his associates in order to invite them to the penthouse. It was... a good thing he didn't send the holo himself.
Every guest would be transported from the spaceport in Tempest VII Cloud Limousines and brought to the penthouse's hangar, where the four advanced security droids advised them sternly that they were not allowed to use weapons and Preef did not act kindly if his rules were broken. Waiting for the guests were companion eye-candy of both sexes and a fancy Bakuran rum-inspired cocktail. Preef went all out and he definitely had the funds these days to make the party much more glamorous than most members of the Five Syndicates, including the rodian gunslinger himself, were accustomed to.
The majority of the guests were members of the Zaa Fenn family and it showed. Many greeted each other jovially and heartily engaged in retelling nostalgic events or sharing the latest in the rumor mill, others went straight for the eye candies and prided themselves on being able to entertain the men and women that were getting paid to entertain.. let's just say not everyone was blessed with good looks and charisma. Among them was none other than Preef Callo. The rodian wore the latest in Eriadu fashion, accentuated by his gunbelt and signature blaster, and was looking out over the city. He was watching the shuttles come and go and, perhaps, lamented the loss of freedom that had come with his new position. Or.. which was more likely.. he didn't quite understand the taste of the fancy cocktail and was nervous about the speech he had promised himself he'd give tonight.