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Burkhart had never been a particular fan of spice. He had purposefully cornered the market on trade and made an impact in the underground trade industry to stifle the influx of spice into the Mandalore system. Certain strains and hard core drugs could be detrimental to the community and the Morling honestly did not want that for his people. Mandalore and its people needed to be strong.
Cerea produced a unique type of spice called guilea which was far less harmful and still pleasurable for recreational use. Because of that he had no qualms in taking control of the influx of the stuff into the galactic populace and dipping his paws into the drug market.
The best place to control what comes into a planet's populace and what is circulated out is through the space port. For that reason Burkhart and other members of his clan had approached the space port without detection thanks to the numerous vessels at the Morling's disposal. In high orbit were a small wing of starfighters and dropships that held some men. They may not need to be used but just as a bargaining chip or last resort he had them there. He had approached in a simple light freighter and now they stood in the sparsely populated space port. He knew they would need to take over the control tower because from there they would be able to see and deny anyone access from the space port. From there he would be able to spread his control and influence.
"Arright lads. Let's geh thas show on tha road. Try ta not kill any civilians or shoot until we get outside tha control towa" As if to emphasize his point he placed a new power pack into his blaster pistol, earning himself a faint sound that came with the weapon being charged.
@samdragon @Faster Than Light
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