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Eternal elegance would be a word that many would describe the sheer beauty of the design and interior of the Titan. Even now as many of its maiden voyage first guest began to arrive, the sheer awe and wonder of everyone taking it in and making comments about the ship was causing a stir. Freshly waiting to leave the dock, as passengers were coming onboard, media crews were outside pegging people for interviews. Senator Hiirsa Pliokannelb was currently being interviewed with her family on how they planned to spend their week on the luxury cruise liner. One of the media outlets was making a report on the Velmor royal family and how they have already snuck on board privately through paying for Czerka’s private experience, which was privately offered to those of higher-ranking status to avoid having to do such interviews. One reporter was talking with a few families of those who have lost loved ones on Dark Sun station, to which got to participate on the cruise’s maiden voyage for free through the generosity of Zalis Krales. 

 

Before guests could even get on, they were screened for weapons, which were prohibited due to travel restrictions of the ships design to enter many different territories throughout its voyage. Only security guards were allowed weapons, and even then, they were not allowed within the main dining halls. 

Within the actual main grand entry lounge, a single reporter and crew were given special access to tour the whole ship, including the private Black Sun quarters, to which Zalis had already gone on report of saying that such things are important for the galaxy to know that their own suites are less than the royal and penthouse suites of the ship. One of the penthouse suite buyers, Fyrrik, the president of BlasTech was talking up how the quest relations so far have been beyond what he was expecting, and exceeded all expectations. Soft music was playing in the background and there were plenty of servers walking around offering up complimentary drinks to everyone, they even had a special drink for kids. All of the servers and workers were dressed in outfits of the two shades of green, with the orange and white and logo on the left chest. 

 

The whole grand entry hall was a soft orangish yellow stone with soft lights built within them giving a soft warm glow against the black marble floor. Standing at the main point where guests could take stairs up or down two floors on each side or walk around to the turbo lifts stood Zalis Krales. She was dressed in a dress of white and silver with a black outline. The outfit alone made her red hair pop and stand out. The media outlets marveled at her sight, but none were able to connect with her, as she made herself the main host, greeting and shaking hands with every guest that came in. She made it a point to spend more time with the guests who lost loved one from Dark Sun Station. There was one patient reporter who decided to wait until all guests were onboard to stake out the sacred interview with the one and only Zalis, so they hung back and awaited their opportunity. 

 

“So Zalis, what inspired this grand cruise line and do you fear that this is the wrong time to make the giant push?” With a soft bat of the eyes and using a hand to push some of her hair back behind her ears to keep it out of her face, she simply smiled. “The cruise liner has always been a dream of Czerka, and one that as Black Sun began its merge was something that fit directly into our new model of business. We’ve always wanted to provide safe entertainment for the galaxy. Being a part of wars was something that has long been dying out, and even some of our old Vigo’s struggled to let the past die-“”You mean Delta””Yes, Delta was one of those who struggled to transition. But with our new direction, as evidence through creating safe places of business and moving to provide better experiences for the galaxy like Dark Sun bank, we feel like this is the perfect time to launch this project. The galaxy needs to know that we are not who we used to be. And let’s be honest, the galaxy also needs some fun and relaxation. Hopefully Titan can be that place for everyone. And I’ve already said it once and I’ll say it again, I would love to have the Jedi and Sith join us for a time away. This place will always be a safe place for anyone to come and relax at.”

 

***** 1 HOUR LATER *****

 

“600,000 credits! You wasted 600,000 credits on slave trade?!?!” “umm-well..I..” The young Mon Calamari stammered as he searched for the right words to say to his employer. “It’s… still a productive field and one where many… buyers still pay good amounts for good slaves.” Zalis was clearly fuming and she paced the meeting room that was reserved alone for Black Sun. The doors were locked and no one was inside outside of the young Mon Calamari, a Human male by the name of Vaynar, and 2 Twi’leks, one male and one female by the name of Ghorza. She was still within her dress for the opening ceremony to greet passengers. She took a moment to look in the eyes of the male Twi’Lek, Akor’ketez, who had been her main assistant for over a year now. He gave her a look that suggested he already knew the outcome of this meeting before she did. 

 

“Slave trading is an outdated business. It should have died out.” “No Ma’am, the market in the outer rim highly suggests that it’s what they want more than anything else we could offer.” She rolled her eyes in sheer annoyance of his words. “No. That market has indeed dried up. It’s not profitable to anyone anymore. If your buyers truly want that, they are blinded by their own outdated desires.” Zalis leaned forward as if to slap the young Mal Calamarian, but she stopped to instead tower over him. “You have 6 standard months to make a profit out of this, or else the funds are coming out of your paycheck. Leave.” The young aspiring Vigo made no hesitation and quickly left the room. Akor’ketez locked the door behind him. Zalis quickly put herself to stand in front of both the male human and the female Twi’lek. 

 

“You’re both co-Governor Vigos of that area… who authorized that and thought it was a good idea?” The female began to speak but was interrupted by the male. “It was a joint decision ma’am. We both felt like it was a good ide-“”Oh bullshit- that was a single person’s decision. Whose?!” The last word was made louder and stronger to get her point across. There was hesitation on both parties before the male spoke again. ”I am again going to stand by my answer that it was a joint decision…” Zalis got more annoyed and turned to have her side to both of them, only to quickly draw out a vibrodager and stab it into the heart the Vaynar. The loud gasp and clear sound of air being forced out on impact made the female Twi’lek flinch. “Let that be a lesson to you Ghorza- when you’re in charge, everything is your fault.” Zalis now turned to face her and narrowed her eyes. “Go and make sure that everyone now knows that sector 7 is back to a single governor Vigo status.” 

 

Zalis watched as Ghorza quickly left the room in partial gratitude and the other part sheer fear. As the door shut, she turned back towards Akor’ketez with a sigh. “They’re continuing to follow after a path that holds no future. Slave trading… what a joke.” She began to walk to a refresher that was in the room and started to clean herself up from the mess. “Clearly you mean the clientele. We all know the Vigos are running scared of what it could mean to bring in less. They also know you’ve fully wiped out Delta’s assets and removed him from all databases within our systems for not following the new direction.” Turning her head to look at the pale blue Twi’lek, she shook her hands dry and walked away from the refresher and back towards the table. “They don’t understand that what they want is no longer profitable. It’s a dying culture that’s breeding ignorance and self-centeredness and it needs to be burned out…” She quickly picked up a datapad and began to quickly type something in. Upon her finishing, she handed it to Akor’ketez. It was a bounty to be published. 

 

“Ma’am… one of these belongs to us…” She just simply nodded her head. “The only way to fix this is the let it all die. We need to kill it. Including our own. Post it, but don’t let it have any ties back to Black Sun. Once you’re done with that, I could use you in the main dining hall for tonight. We need to be on fully to gain investments from some of our… high profiled guests…”

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  • 4 months later...

Zalis stood for a moment watching guests enjoy the evening activities provided, as many were done with dinning and began shopping the stores onboard. Others had come to a point of heading out to dinner for their selected time in the main dining hall. Many of the guests walked through the main hall and would take up a glance at Zalis as they walked by. It was of course, no surprise as she was wearing a white dress with a silver and sequin outer layer. The color matched her slightly pale skin, but made her red hair pop and standout like a fire burning bright amongst the snow. Next to her stood Akor’ketez, her faithful assistant of many years now. He let out a loud breath of sorts before leaning in. 

 

"Ma'am, things have been going very well here based upon your own projections. Many companies and royal families have pledged funds to help maintain the cost of this liner to stay up and running for five years now. And the latest reports are that Remo has been doing exactly as you thought he would do, providing a steady movement on the forefront. So with all of that in mind... may I ask why you hold here?"

 

The question burned within her, but not an angry burn. She herself had wondered why she allowed herself to become so inactive. She let go of the railing that she only just realized she was gripping with tightly clenched fists and turned to walk back towards the main turbo lift, allowing for her red hair to flow freely as she moved. "Perhaps my own ideals were too strong. Maybe I felt as if though I was better off alone and untouched..." She let the last part hang as one of the receptionist for the spa walked out and inquired about a shipment they haven't received. She only waved the girl off and she kept walking by.  After they were out of hearing range, she continued. "I may need to venture off this cruise liner and stir up some contacts. Prepare Nimbus for me."

 

She pushed the main call button on the turbolift and then turned around to face Akor’ketez again. "Watch the Banking Clan rep... He's creepy. Feed him some fo the fish we haven't sent back after the Mon Cal incident. I'll return by the time King Utherza takes his vacation with us." The turbolift door opened upon her finishing and Zalis quickly walked in. As the door was shutting, she gave Akor’ketez a wink as it closed on him to handle the rest of the arrangements. 

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  • 1 year later...

Zalis found herself walking down the ramp of Supremacy staring at a datapad in hand. Two workers were quick to offer her up things, but as she moved past them, it was clear that she held no interest in being swooned over. An orange and black female Twi'lek who stood in the shadows followed closely behind her suddenly, but remained quiet until addressed. It wasn't until entering a turbolift that Zalis even acknowledged her. "Arostale? Right?" The Twi'lek stepped forward trembling slightly. "Yes ma'am." Zalis rolled her eyes at the trembling. Too many people still viewed her as either an assassin or like one of her former and heavily overcompensating predecessors. "Death does not come to those around me. Large empires of companies doesn't do well if I'm always killing those off who fail me. Besides, I pay others to do that for me." While meant as a joke to easy the girl, she also found the irony that she now did in fact take partial control over the Bounty Hunters Guild. And this girl would more likely get reassigned elsewhere if she failed her. "I need you to send word to Akor'ketez. The Malidris mission is a go. I also need a job posting to go through... specific channels."

 

The girl quickly began to type something on her own datapad and then looked at Zalis, this time with a bit more confidence. "What exactly am I posting?" Zalis gave the girl a smile and turned her own datapad around to show her. "It goes from breaker channel 4 from outpost omega 9. Black Market request, Tech specialist. Must have skills in security breach." The Twi'lek took the datapad to hold it closer. As she did, the turbolift opened and Zalis walked out, not looking back as she spoke. "Have it done within the hour, then meet me in the dining hall for dinner." She prepared herself for a quick smile as she opened the door at the end of the small hallway from the turbolift, which exposed the massive casino within the cruiser. The air, the noise and the smell as felt so much more comfortable to her then breathing. She gave a smile to a few occupants of the cruise liner who spotted her and gave waves of excitement to see her. 

 

 

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The hoards of people crowded within the main casino in the cruise were all drinking and having a good time, for the most part completely unconcerned with the problems of the galaxy, as that was the intended purpose of Titan. For people to escape reality and enjoy their life in an epic vacation that they normally couldn't get. That and for Zalis to pull in credits by the mountains. She now stood alongside a few noble people, partially gambling upon a game of Jubilee Wheel. She was wearing her typical white lace dress, which always highlighted the brightness of her red hair. King Utherza from Shu-Torun who stood near Zalis, taking deep drinks every so often from his wine, also took a few glances up at the holonet display, which was covering the battle currently taking place at Nar Shaddaa. He glanced down and offered up a bet for the game, speaking rather generically as he did. "The more the damage, the more credits I can rake in. You may have picked the wrong venue of Vice my dear." The comment made her insides turn. King Utherza only thought narrowly of the galaxy and understood very little of what actually Zalis had her hands in. It was a mistake the majority of the galaxy made about her. She forced a smile upon her face. 

 

"Seems like it. The war consumes many resources. Too bad not everyone can profit off of those resources." The comment was made to be flattering and uplifting for the king from Shu-Torun. If only he had realized that his profits from such a thing were small in comparison to how she monopolized the markets. But it was something she would never share with anyone. Her mountain of credits were not for everyone, nor would she have them coming down upon her anytime soon from someone who got smart enough to play along with her. Not wanting to get too involved with a drawn out conversation, she changed the subject. "I think 24 is a lucky number. Might be well worth your credits. The house lost twice now from the other two tables on the number 24." She lifted her hand and snapped her fingers, signaling for more drinks to be brought over to them, as her eyes had already spotted the almost empty glass from Utherza. She was also hoping to get a message from Arostale letting her know that the contracts were done.

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