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Kessel was a place Candar had rooted in his history. It was his old stomping grounds before the Imperials cracked down on spice and slavery there, it was where he had gotten his start... And tasted the first sting of a friends death. Now he was back, this time to take it for the Cartel...

He had ran ahead of the group, leaving a woman to deliver some orders and perhaps words of encouragement to the slaves, many of whom were about to die, not that they mattered. Several slaves however had charged along with him, and now covered Candar as he sprinted for cover. Two droids were in...

on the whole, very mean thoughts and ideas were running through Candar's brain, when all of the sudden the Hutt leaned back and began... laughing? Not fake chuckles, but legitimate booming laughter. it was almost surprising enough to wipe the hate off Candar's face. Almost. However, he relaxed...

Handshakes were all around in Candar's brain, and credit signs danced in front of eyes, he was certain that a deal was incoming, with an employer who seemed all too generous, especially for a Hutt... And then the fat, ugly, slug dropped the hammer. <You expect that I would make such a deal! You...

Candar's armament was exceedingly barebones, which Candar was slightly worried about when he realized he wouldn't be able to use his teeth in combat due to the oxygen mask on his face. All he was carrying, besides very simple body armor, was a stun baton, which was shockingly effective as a...

Candar had been waiting for quite some time, and was getting impatient when the slug finally motioned for him to approach. Candar intended the meeting to be short and quick. This was hampered by the droid going through the motions with his introduction of the Grand Poobah himself. Candar had to...

Watching the grovelling of the mandolorian, coupled with hearing the impassioned Hutt almost made Candar snigger. Neither of them actually cared about the other, it was all a farce, one that every person in the cartel participated in to get a leg up. Candar didn't play that game, he wasn't about...

Candar didn't have extensive experience with the Hutts themselves, he was still a lowly prospect, but that was sure to soon change. He had been invited to the opulent lounge by none other than Nor'baal himself, a Hutt whom most in the Cartel had heard of. The Hutt's business ventures seemed to...

Rich, jaded, addicted clients. The best clients, in Candar's eyes. Just make some sob story about labor costs up, and they'll pay prices double that of the usual for a fix, some of the 'seasoning', as those versed in deal slang called spice. That was the only reason the lowly Cartel...