Tatooine wasn't in any sort of chaos. Sure, the Supreme Mogul of the cartel -Nor'baal Desilijic Fa'athra- had just declared war to the Empire. The sandball with its two suns had a good defensible position right smack in the middle of ISC-space and everyone knew the Empire would never move its fleets through it out of fear of inevitably riling up the Thorne Autocracy to declare war against it as well. No, Tatooine was safe by sheer luck of location in this vast galaxy and maybe -slightly- due to the reputation of that very old rodian gunslinger that was still considered a legend among legends when it came to the criminal underworld.
Those that shared his crymorah name weren't that comfortable upon calculating their own odds, however.
Kara Zaa Fenn had the twenty HMP gunships patrolling a perimeter around the Belching Frog Saloon. They had been acquired at auction some time ago by her son, Dismas, who she had been unable to reach. He had since -to Kara's knowledge- been trying to make ends meet as an astronavigator for the large corporations, so him being somewhere, maybe in hyperspace, where he couldn't be reached by intergalactic comms wasn't too concerning.. yet.
A speeder truck was parked out front and several databanks of valuable underworld information, ZF shell companies, dataplagues, synth spice recipes, weapons and spice were being loaded on the truck by members of the Callo Gang and Kara's own trusted group of mercenaries and slicers. They were about to transport four decades worth of leverage offworld to a medium freighter that just landed at a moisture farm just outside Mos Espa. The ship had just picked up her weequay employees and old slicing den at Rache Robotics on Nar Shaddaa.
A big logistical move as Kara wanted their ships to travel to Spirana first, where they transferred the cargo to a large freighter and make several short "fueling stops" to avoid entering ISC-controlled space.
A long time ago the Zaa Fenn Crime Family left Sullust -where they had originated- and settled on Eriadu. Before the Sith Brotherhood rose to power, before the Sith Empire came to be, the Zaa Fenn ruled the Eriadu underworld from their penthouse in Eriadu City. This three-story fortified penthouse had been their base of operations until the first death of Preef Callo, until they moved to the Quick-Draw Cantina on Coruscant. For some reason the shell company owned by the family had retained the lease all these years and Kara was astounded that the passcode she found in Marissa's personal databank still worked and the elevator doors opened once they reached their designated floor.
"double O, Six-" she nodded towards the droid standing behind her, which promptly moved ahead with a rifle in its hands as it scanned the penthouse's interior and its three sprawling floors. Kara had her own pistol in her right hand, but couldn't bring up the focus to be prepared for anything. Her left wiped a thick layer of dust off the twelve-seater dining table and her mind wandered. "So this is where they lived?" she wondered, "Marissa, Preef, Gareth, Pidge, Kel and Thressk. Before they either got famous-" she thought of Marissa, Preef and Gareth, "-or died," a tragic fate for Kel and Thressk, though a very common one among underworld gangs, "-or, living out a quiet life, I guess." Kara suddenly wondered if it had been the slicer, Pidge Batana, who alone had chosen the right path, in the end. Flying under the radar long and well enough to never get a target on your back, living to a venerable age and actually being able to raise kids. Assuming, ofcourse, that she had.
Kriff that. Not Kara's jam.
[OOC: would appreciate a discord or PM before jumping in]
Those that shared his crymorah name weren't that comfortable upon calculating their own odds, however.
Kara Zaa Fenn had the twenty HMP gunships patrolling a perimeter around the Belching Frog Saloon. They had been acquired at auction some time ago by her son, Dismas, who she had been unable to reach. He had since -to Kara's knowledge- been trying to make ends meet as an astronavigator for the large corporations, so him being somewhere, maybe in hyperspace, where he couldn't be reached by intergalactic comms wasn't too concerning.. yet.
A speeder truck was parked out front and several databanks of valuable underworld information, ZF shell companies, dataplagues, synth spice recipes, weapons and spice were being loaded on the truck by members of the Callo Gang and Kara's own trusted group of mercenaries and slicers. They were about to transport four decades worth of leverage offworld to a medium freighter that just landed at a moisture farm just outside Mos Espa. The ship had just picked up her weequay employees and old slicing den at Rache Robotics on Nar Shaddaa.
A big logistical move as Kara wanted their ships to travel to Spirana first, where they transferred the cargo to a large freighter and make several short "fueling stops" to avoid entering ISC-controlled space.
A long time ago the Zaa Fenn Crime Family left Sullust -where they had originated- and settled on Eriadu. Before the Sith Brotherhood rose to power, before the Sith Empire came to be, the Zaa Fenn ruled the Eriadu underworld from their penthouse in Eriadu City. This three-story fortified penthouse had been their base of operations until the first death of Preef Callo, until they moved to the Quick-Draw Cantina on Coruscant. For some reason the shell company owned by the family had retained the lease all these years and Kara was astounded that the passcode she found in Marissa's personal databank still worked and the elevator doors opened once they reached their designated floor.
"double O, Six-" she nodded towards the droid standing behind her, which promptly moved ahead with a rifle in its hands as it scanned the penthouse's interior and its three sprawling floors. Kara had her own pistol in her right hand, but couldn't bring up the focus to be prepared for anything. Her left wiped a thick layer of dust off the twelve-seater dining table and her mind wandered. "So this is where they lived?" she wondered, "Marissa, Preef, Gareth, Pidge, Kel and Thressk. Before they either got famous-" she thought of Marissa, Preef and Gareth, "-or died," a tragic fate for Kel and Thressk, though a very common one among underworld gangs, "-or, living out a quiet life, I guess." Kara suddenly wondered if it had been the slicer, Pidge Batana, who alone had chosen the right path, in the end. Flying under the radar long and well enough to never get a target on your back, living to a venerable age and actually being able to raise kids. Assuming, ofcourse, that she had.
Kriff that. Not Kara's jam.
[OOC: would appreciate a discord or PM before jumping in]