Some people thought they were lucky but their luck turned out to be the cause of misery in the future. Some lottery winners could find their lives ruined by their new riches, while others found precious, valuable items that would pit them against dangerous people that really, really wanted them. Such was the case of the Corellian Blasters. A gang on the rise that had made themselves comfortable in Nar Shaddaa. They were thugs and smuggles that had taken a bit of inspiration from the Crimson Dawn, wanting to focus on getting artifacts and antiques for themselves as a symbol of status while basically stealing the clients of the much bigger syndicate.
This, unfortunately for them, meant that the moment one of their known artifacts drew the attention of the White Lion of Zaa Fenn he was all too happy to ask the Crimson Dawn for their services. The Lion promised them a good amount of payment, any artifacts or antiques that they got their hands on the way out and the corpses of any of the pretenders that got in his way, it would be a good reward for a job well done...Why was he going through all this trouble? Well, the lucky catch that would bring the Blasters misfortune would be a pair of gauntlets: The fabled Devil Trigger. The White Lion didn't give a shit about their sith ancestry, but he certainly cared about its Matukai origins, they deserved to be wielded again rather to be a simple exhibit piece for a lowlife gang.
The three of them would be a street away from the gang's home: An expensive looking penthouse located in a decently wealthy level of Nar Shaddaa. Guards could be seen at the main entrance as well as cameras, locks and plenty of security measures...It was a well defended place, so the White Lion hired people that could help him sneak around the mansion rather than pure muscle that would just help him force his way through. armed with nothing but his Matukai gauntlets and unarmored, the Matukai didn't do much sound when he walked, he could be as silent as he was strong some times.
"So, do you have any recommendations about how we should approach this? What do you think?" He would ask, the White Lion's glowing gaze falling on the two Crimson Dawn members as he waited for them to show the initiative that worthy scoundrels usually had. The glowing tattoos had intimidated many people in the past, a recognizable mark that confirmed that they were, indeed, in the presence of the White Lion of Zaa Fenn.
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