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Success.
Many assumed it came naturally to people like Jack Tamblyn, but success was something that Jack didn't believe in.
Victory, however…
That was something Jack chased down like a Vornskyr hunting a Jedi. Jack approached every situation like it was a conflict; a battle; a war to be won. To the victors go the spoils. Jack also made sure that the spoils were of his choosing. So when he had won a battle of wits against one of the Cartel's most promising prospects, he had also won the spoils.
He had risen earlier than his green-skinned partner from his king-sized bed on the third floor of his lavish apartment. Jack had taken a moment to slip on some comfortable silken pyjama pants, and set about moving to a small bar that seemed to hang from the very edge of the sky. Too early for whiskey, even for Jack, he opted instead for a chilled water from a glass, sitting at the edge of the window, admiring the pleasant view of the clear blue water lapping at the white sandy beaches of what had become known as Paradise Island. This entire complex was a spoil of war; Financial war waged against the galaxy. Jack had clearly won.
Similarly, he had already claimed his spoils in the war of wit, but what his companion, Xora Rzardi, had failed to realise is that she too had won a battle the night before. A battle few ever succeeded; a battle for Jack's respect. Amidst their throws of passion into the early hours of the morning, and their insensitive banter preceding that, Xora had managed to convince Jack of two things;
The first, that she was a real contender for both a threat and an ally. She was a person he had no intention of leaving to her own devices. He would use her, she would use him. Ultimately, they'd both end up on top - or alternating repeatedly as the previous night had shown.
Secondly, that she was not only committed to her own growth, but by association the growth of the Cartel. So Jack set into his mind a plan. A plan he would not share with Xora, or anyone else, but he would see it carried out. All she had to do was wake up, of course.