Digital Row
Lower Market Districts
Coruscant
Coruscant…home to the Republics of old. It was the center of the galaxy, a beacon of hope and strength in some eras, yet a manifestation of corruption and oppression in other eras. But to the Five Syndicates, regardless of the era, it has always represented opportunity and credits…
Digital Row was lively as the sun began to fade over the Lower Market Districts, but then again it was always lively. Droids and sentients of all sorts whisked from store to store attempting to get last minute shopping done before the sun faded to bring in the night. While this did little to slow the pace of the Lower Market Districts, it did bring a change in its clientele. At night, it was not uncommon to see sentients who were armed or droids out doing their shopping. While violence was rare in these markets as compared to the Underworld, it was still a time to be wary and on guard.
The small Columi was keenly aware he was vulnerable without a cadre of security droids around him, but it simply was not in the cards tonight. He was missing parts for those droids that Nar Shaddaa was short on. Those who possessed those parts in Nar Shaddaa knew they were rare and began charging exorbitant prices. While the Five Syndicates had some pull in the droid market, it was not enough to get a break on the prices...at least not yet. Regardless, it put Zentripoli in a bind and the Columi was unwilling to pay what they were asking, so it warranted a trip to Corsucant.
Droid Gotra was based in Coruscant. Zentripoli had a fondness for those droids--perhaps moreso than sentients. But he would never say as much. Regardless, it gave the Crymorah Syndicate alien an excuse to meet with others from the Five Syndicates, sent by their various organizations to investigate another matter altogether. It was a phenomena occurring in the Core Worlds among their areas of influence: their contacts were disappearing as well as some low level Five Syndicate personnel. What the brilliant alien surmised was that this was not some sort of random irregularity. Based on the key contacts and personnel that went missing, it explained why the credits began to dry up. To Zentripoli, it was an intentional effort that was pushing out Five Syndicate influence from the Core Worlds.
As such, Zentripoli took it upon himself to reserve a back room in a private room rented out in the Durasteel Chasm. The establishment got its name due to have a deck outside that had no guardrails and onlookers were unable to see the bottom, even on the clearest of days. It was rumored that people met on that deck and went missing, assumed that they had been “helped” off the edge. Regardless, the Durasteel Chasm was friendly to the Five Syndicates and hosted the members that would begin investigating the loss of Five Syndicate interests.
Strategically requesting a round table instead of a long one, the Columi was sensitive to the many egos within the Five Syndicates. While he called this meeting, inviting others of the Five Syndicates, he wanted to ensure that they understood this was not a power play on his part, but merely facilitating the solving of a problem. Sitting atop the ZDT-06 “Boost” Transport droid, the small alien waited patiently for the others with his small fingers steepled, deep in thought. In the corner, standing as still as the wall it was up against was a ZDT-510 "Porter" Labor Droid. All of the Five Syndicates knew that the little Columi depended on droids for everything due to the alien's atrophied limbs...that were not even strong enough to lift his own weight.
*Link to the OOC thread HERE.
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