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  1. Her arrival was met by many within the hangars as minimal at best. Outer Haven was not known for their inviting atmosphere, nor did they really take a corporate head of a major crime syndicate as someone worth their time. It both pleased and annoyed her beyond belief. She half expected to have side comments or rude remarks, as such she normally receives when entering a more heavily freelance zone of crime and vice. She moved through the hallways, somewhat nonchalant as she cared not for the side business, which proceeded without any hesitation or delay, much like any other day. It was the epitome of the entire location- zero cares for the core or authority. Calmin Ayion made sure of that when he ran the place. He built up an empire of structures that clearly survived long after his death. Turning a corner, she saw the shop that she was supposed to drop off the 10,000 kilos of Yarrock she brought as a payment from Mamoi to Calmin. Zalis took a breath before she entered, wondering and dreading if she would indeed see the Miraluka or the Wookiee. When she saw neither, she finally let out a breath. Walking up to the main counter where a Rodian and a Sullustan stood. “I’m here to drop off goods for a dead man. Any idea why?” The Rodian looked at her, annoyed and returned to his work. The Sullustan flat out ignored her. She stood for a moment before speaking up again. “Calmin Ayion is dead. Who am I supposed to drop off a shipment for him if this is the location of said drop off?” The Sullustan finally walked away from the counter after she finished. She wondered if she should follow him, when the Rodian finally spoke. “Ma’dam Zalis. Many here will not speak or do business with you, because you are the head of Black Sun. You make it hard for us to maintain business, as much as we make it hard for you. You’ll have to change your tactics and style if you expect anything else to be accomplished.” Her annoyance began to rise, along with her own anger. She didn’t want to be here. Such places were a breeding ground that kept profits low and harder to come by. “Mamoi sends Yarrock to be delivered for a debt of hers. I only care about settling such debt due to the fact that I need access to what she can provide. Or maybe I should find a way to buy such a facility and run it in a way that forces slime out.” “There’s no need to get angry, Queen of Vice. I know where to drop such a load.” Zalis turned around to face the voice, while the Rodian quickly turned his own head downwards to focus on cleaning some blaster. Her eyes met something she was not expecting. A massive blueish purple looking Herglic. There was a slight pause before she spoke, letting for the first time surprise get the better of her. “You know who the Yarrock is for?” The Herglic only nodded his head and then began to move towards the doorway towards one of the many halls of the facility. Zalis took a step or two before she decided to follow him out. Upon entering the hallway, he spoke again. “Name’s Balchi. I’ve become the main muscle here since the death of Jathrrro. Poor Wookiee went insane after his master’s death. Most of what you see here are now fully independent hives of black market dealers, spice runners, and everything else that falls under illegal activity.” He turned and looked at Zalis and gave a slight chuckle. “You think too much for this place.” Zalis raised an eyebrow almost in a surender like fashion. “Well, my thinking is what keeps my own business booming. But allow me to entertain my thinking. upon you. How does Calmin collect debts if he’s dead?”
  2. Zalis sat in the cockpit of the Supremacy and stared at the starlines of hyperspace as she traveled from Iridonia to the Outer Haven. Her mind wondered for a moment how much of this was worth it. Setting up an empire of Czerka alongside Black Sun was an undertaking she knew would require a ton of leg work and people pleasing for a while. And a lot if it was fairly simple and easy for her to do. But to show up in the massive hive spot known as Outer Haven was an undertaking she didn’t think she’d ever have to do. Such a place made dealing with the Hutts seem like child's play compared to how the entire facility ran at Haven. Calmin she was sure was dead- those reports of his death surfaced many years ago, long before the Crusaders even struck at Coruscant. In fact, she was sure that she still owned a stake at the Golden Link Casino when he died. Yet somehow, here she was, being sent by the Zabraks to finish a deal they had with him. Part of her wondered if the dark fur Wookiee, Jathrrro, still operated the facility quietly under the guise of Calmin. He was a poor beast that through heavy manipulation served the Miraluka filled with rage. Either way, she would soon find out the nature of Outer Haven and what sort of business she could accomplish there, along with what sort of profits could be squeezed from it.
  3. The Supremacy made a very graceful landing in the spaceport of Malidris. Zalis walked down the landing ramp to be greeted by three city officials accompanied by eight security guards. The guards were all dressed in black and gold uniforms, while the city officials, two males and one female, were dressed in an assortment of other colors and clothes that made Zalis’ own black dress blend more in with the security. As she approached them, she gave a slight bow. “Welcome to Malidris Lady Krales. We have been eagerly awaiting a chance to set up Czerka shops here for sometime. We are very grateful for your arrival.” The female Zabrak was the one who spoke. She offered up a small smile as she stepped forward. “The eight Rihkxyrk fighters you custom ordered are on a transport ship awaiting delivery instructions.” She offered up a smug smile for a moment. "Your spaceports have long since been within our eyes at Czerka Corporation. To have the opportunity to share with you in the rewards of growing your great cities all over Iridonia is a dream I wouldn't dare pass up." Offering up a smile of her own, the female Zabrak spoke with a hint of insider knowledge. "My Name is Mamoi. I have Pena and Aodruu with me. We were hoping you could do us a favor in your adventures." Zalis kept her smile, but she knew that the request was most likely one she would absolutely not enjoy. "I am of course happy to do anything to help bolster our relationship." "Yarrock. 10,000 kilos of it stored on crates that we need delivered to an old friend of us both." Zalis took a moment and looked back The Supremacy. It would be a tight fit, even more so depending upon where this old friend of both would be located. Even more so depending upon the friend. Her head titled back towards Mamoi, a little bit weary. She had never met the Zabraks before, so this mutual friend was one highly connected to the old school Black Sun, of which her name within the Black Markets and other illegal activities of the galaxy would always be associated with. Granted, she was still the head of the organization, so she didn't mind. Expect for this case. She almost never trusted many that were still tied to the old ways. Carefully, she chose her words, accepting the deal without saying it. "Who is this friend..." Mamoi smile grew even bigger. With a wave of her hand, she signaled for the crew to load the Yarrock on the ship. "Calmin Ayion..."
  4. The work put in was massive, not just on the ships brought, but also on the facility as well. It had taken a long while, but Zalis had finally managed to gain some headway in creating a perfect space to outfit ships on Dubrillion. Even now, Zalis was a bit amazed at how long it took, mainly due to the resources to keep such a facility large enough to produce products for any warring factions, but also small enough to not get noticed by any of the bigger factions to take an interest in what she was doing. She sat behind the main desk with Jesper standing opposite of her, Akor'ketez and Fluanern on holodisplays on either side. Jesper was finishing up some of his major points of what the facility could now fully offer up. "And as promised, about 3 corvettes have the ability to land and have outfitting, but nothing major outside of a few upgrades. The eight Rihkxyrk fighters you brought have now been fully outfitted for localized defense, to which you said were going to..." He looked down in an attempt to remember where he was told. Zalis held up her hand, to which Jesper didn't see. "No need to call details. You've done a good job under the circumstances, even so with having me breath down your neck the majority of the time." Her head tilted just slightly towards Akor'ketez. "You've already sent in your report on Titan, but since the majority of my figure heads all in one meeting, might as well speak them outloud." She kept her hands folded on the table as Akor'ketez spoke. "Titan has been running at max capacity for the past year. Since it's opening, we've pulled in triple what was expected on the books, although you ma'am have expressed before that you knew it would be a better pay off. We're fully booked for the next 3 standard months and everything remains on schedule. The BabyFace project is turning to be fairly productive in upping our image with systems who otherwise held a negative view of us. And I'm going to openly remind you now ma'am that within three weeks, the Queen Mother of Hapan is visiting and did request your presence to show her around. "Zalis now sunk in her chair. "That complicates the process at Iridonia in setting things up. Fluanern?" A slight head nod before he spoke, still wearing his favorite color of blue. "Ord Mantell assets are secure, and the majority of the investors in the local businesses have also taken a slight interest in our Black Market goods. Taris officials have poked around recently, as whomever is in charge of that office isn't doing a good job of keeping things quiet. And no ma'am, there is no record of who you left in charge there. There has also been a contact from Chandrila who has asked for a Czerka supply shop in return for some good charity. They technically are outside of the influence realm that you setup, so I decided I'd ask you before we moved forward with that." Zalis now put both hands on her face and rubbed her temple for a moment. She needed another vigo or two to help push the directive of the companies, but at such a time of war, while very profitable normally always lacked the right people to move up into such positions. After about a minute, she clasped her hands together and looked at everyone. "I'll be taking the eight Rihkxyrk fighters to Iridonia today and helping with the process of establishing both a Czerka office and supply shops in all major ports, along with Black Market goods to be fenced in. After that, I'm going to go to Titan as my home base for a short while, if anything to get some rest and relaxation. When I arrive, Akor'ketez, I'm going to have you transfer out to Taris and take over the operations there and clean them up a bit. Fluanern, you've done exceptionally with running Ord Mantell and Sandorne Palace. Maintain status quo there. And yes, I give my permission for you to setup something with Chandrila. Our next meeting with each other will be within a month's standard time." Zalis simply nodded her head and stood up. She had much to do and so very little time to get it all done. She was off planet within the hour and on her way to Iridonia with everything she would need to setup shops.
  5. Zalis looked out the viewport at the sight of the oceanic planet before her. Dubrillion was something of a mystery to her, as Black Sun always had ties to the planet, yet it never seemed as important to the rest of the galaxy. Narrowing her own eyes, she peered at the transport ships bringing in the Rihkxyrk fighters to be worked on. If luck held for her, they could be outfitted and prepared for delivery to some private investors. It would also legitimize that potential new operation of crafting smaller ships. About an hour later, she was on the surface, connecting with a few local operatives who ran the system. Still slightly hesitant of her due to their own lack of being connected to the larger galaxy. Jesper Fast, a human male who ran the facility walked alongside her as he gave a tour of the entire facility. He paused before the offices and too this time to question. “Ma’am, I don’t mean to be frank, but our facility hasn’t been used for anything too large scale, and Vigo Delta has pers-” Immediately she held up a finger to silence him. “Delta is no longer a Vigo and does not operate under Black Sun. If you check, his codes and clearances have already been revoked. The last communication you received from him is outdated, behind in the times, and was completely unaware of the change of plans or direction the organization was headed.” Zalis let the anger in her eyes flare as she stared Jesper down for a moment before she turned and opened the door to the office herself, making it clear who was in charge. “Things have changed Jesper. You either get on board or jump ship before I decide to replace you. Black Sun is mine, always has been. Disloyalty will and has been met with severe consequences. We have a galaxy to slowly put our fingers around again. The way it was run before I took over led it to multiple deaths and multiple leaders.” Zalis walked around the main desk and sat herself down in the chair, taking a moment to get comfortable within it. She signaled she was when she put both feet on the desk. “Outfitting ships with some blackmarket parts is only half the goal here. Its too small. Destrillion is within our reach and untouched. Since our loss of Bespin, we need Tibanna gas. Setup mining facilities on the planet and allow for us to bring in the fuel source again. I’m giving you five days time to show some sort of progress on that front. Failure to do so will result in a new Vigo in charge of this outfit. Go.” As she said the words ‘GO’, both of her feet returned to the ground. She stared daggers at Jesper as he left the office. Upon him leaving, she turned her attention to the main dataport and began to work on connecting with Akor’ketez to see how the expansion of facilities within some major ports were going…
  6. Zalis spent the majority of her time pouring over files, updating contacts, removing privileges from old agents and Vigos, along with checking on reports from all over the networks she had spent years and months pouring into. Every so often she would come across a contact or report that held Delta’s name in it and she would feel a slight ping of sadness from not having him around anymore. But she also understood the reasoning and need for him to be elsewhere. With the way Black Sun had grown and evolved into what it is now, he had slowly become irrelevant to the organization. For some reason, she knew that memories of their time together would always bring up emotions that she would rather not deal with. All of the reports showed promise of what she wanted, which was movement and progression on the fronts of establishing small pockets of communities where the crime would thrive through making the weaker and poorer parts codependent upon the top dogs holding them down, but providing just enough to keep them begging to get what they can. It was a system that while others may deem it cruel, was very much business like in every aspect. She deployed typical business practices used to keep her own company growing, yet climbing and making the others around it dependent upon the success of her own. It was a very useful skill to employ and use, even more so with pockets of society that she could easily help establish a dependency upon what she was offering. Spice, Vice, credits and fame were the things that drove people towards Black Sun, and it was within those elements that she bound a tight grip upon the galaxy. Too spread out to actively hunt or go to war with, yet too intertwined everywhere to ignore. Black Sun was now fully what she always wanted - a weed that grew everywhere with no real use of attempting to rid yourself of it, only pruning what you could. Akor’ketez walked into her office and held up a datapad. His movement was quick and with some excitement. His voice also carried with it that small hint of excitement. “Ma’am, Dubrillion has received its first shipment of supplies and is looking to get started on the adjustments that you requested. Huarl is requesting that join the shipments of Rihkxyrk fighters though, as a way of making sure that everything is also up to par…” Zalis looked at him as he was clearly letting his words hang for a reason. “...And this is not for the excitement that is within your voice. What else?” Akor’ketez sat down in a chair across from her desk and placed the datapad in front of her. “Dantooine and Iridonia have made requests for Czerka to open up a shop within their trading ports. Well, Dantooine only requested in Garang, while Iridonia has asked for a hub in all major ports.” Zalis took such information and leaned back in her chair. If she was to open hubs in such locations, she would need more materials from the contacts on the other side of the galaxy. It would also be a danger going through both Rebellion and Sith Empire space to retrieve such equipment. Looking up at the grand ceiling of her office and contemplated for a moment. “I’ll leave with the ships tonight. Post bulletin requesting for smugglers. We’re going to need to dive further into that employment field if we are to better sustain this operation. I’ll send you the details on what we’re looking for. Thank you Akor’ketez for your help.” Zalis packed herself and was onboard her own ship, the Supremacy, escorting the carrier ships transporting the eight Rihkxyrk fighters to Dubrillion within less than three hours.
  7. Akor’ketez walked into the main office of Zalis. The crimson and sapphire colored stones that sat upon the white floor and gold outline of windows made the entire room feel as if the place belonged to royalty of some sorts. It also made Zalis stand out with her typical white or black dresses she would wear, much like the black one she wore today. With a few datapads in his arms, he sat down at her desk alongside Fluanern. Zalis sat looking at a few things on a holo-display that was given from Fluanern, all of which seemed to rotate around Huesfan, whom the Twi’lek heard caused another fuss amongst the investors earlier until Zalis shut it down. Carefully setting down the datapads on the desk, he awaited his boss to be ready for him. “I approve of these two here-” Zalis spoke while pointing directly with her right hand at the holo-display. “But not these three. They’ll cause us a mess and resources that we can’t afford. Muscle and hired guns outside of bounty hunters are beneath us. Let other crime syndicates hold that low life perception.” She looked at Akor’ketez with a smile and turned to face the Bothan. “Although, this poison requires materials that we simply don’t have. We can claim them, but we don’t have the ability to refine them. Get a bulletin up to get a few smugglers hired for the job. Also, you are free to make the posting on Huesfan-but keep it discreet. No ties to us.” She tapped her finger on the holo-displays to close them and then slide them across the table back to Fluanern. As he took them and stood up, she spoke again. “Fluanern,... give Callika one of those gift baskets of weapons from the Midnight Corperation. Offer up an official apology to him. Don’t want to lose him as an investor anytime soon.” Zalis watched as Fluanern left the room and she turned to Akor’ketez, who was already ready to speak. “Subtle control over the planet - another way to vice grip our position?” Zalis looked down at the datapads and pulled them close to her before she responded. “Yes. Constantly feeding populations like this one makes them dependent upon us. Essentially meaning that taking us out when we are not the majority of the population but responsible for the majority of business means whomever does replaces us needs to continue to feed the large masses the way we’ve been feeding them, or else they watch it die out and become responsible for the death of the entire society.” She let out a heavy breath before she picked up one datapad and observed the details on it. From the corner of her eyes, she watched Akor’ketez ponder upon her words. She knew he was doing the math, which was simple. Black Sun was only about twenty percent of the population here on Ord Mantell, which was the largest concentration of their employees anywhere. Otherwise Czerka went through normal channels and operated more legit in business avenues, making it far harder for anyone to openly go after them as an ‘evil organization’, especially since Zalis makes them offer up resources for free in recovery efforts like on Corellia. Either way, she didn’t much care for his thoughts on the matter. She knew what she was doing. In order to make Black Sun impossible to destroy and have their legacy endure lightyears, she needed to make such changes. Looking back at the datapad, she began to really see what was proposed to her in the memos. “How expensive would it be to outfit these Rihkxyrk fighters?” It was a serious question that she knew Akor’ketez held the answer for already. “2k a piece. We have a few supplies being developed for the black market now within our research facility, along with a few upgrades throughout our contacts and independent stations to lower the overall cost. I believe that Midnight Corporation holds some of what we may need, and there would be the flex in price. But we do have a small base on Dubrillion in which we could use as the majority production line, which as you requested things to be- large enough to get the job done, but small enough that no one would notice it.” Zalis pondered upon it for a moment before she came to her own conclusion. “Make it happen. I’m sure we can sell a few, if not deploy them into our own security details.”
  8. Zalis walked through the halls of Sandorne Palace with some slight annoyance in the way she carried herself. Akor'ketez walked behind her until a moment when he ducked into a room to do some work. It was something that she admired about him, the ability to do his work without question and needing little to no oversight. He knew what she wanted and what he had to do to make such things happen. As she rounded a corner, she spotted Fluanern standing waiting for her at the entrance of the meeting room. He wore a blue looking tunic with what appeared to be a green vest. His eyes flashed at her a warning, followed by his own words speaking such a warning. "Callika is pissed. Huesfan is stirring up the other investors. Without shooting him... " Zalis stopped before him and took a moment to compose herself before taking the datapad from him. "I thought we calmed Huesfan down after the last time?" The Bothan shrugged for a moment. "He's an opportunist. He saw this as a chance to fluff up his own position amongst the other investors. I do have a few other options for him moving forward, but..." He stopped and looked at her. She knew what he was thinking and she was almost afraid to say it out loud that she agreed. With a slow head nod she looked directly into his eyes. "Dank Farrik!... Do it." She waited to enter the room until Fluanern walked away and towards his own personal office. As she opened the doors, the shouting that could be heard outside very muffled now turned up and was beyond loud. It took her about four seconds though to simply walk a bit into the room for everyone within the room to turn towards her and have their own voices die off. She just stood within the door for a moment before walking to take her seat at the head of the table. When she got there, she sat down and tossed the datapad the desk. "Quietly move your spice assets to a secure location... Yet some ambitious smugglers managed to be aware of everyone moving thier goods." She slowly looked around the room, taking a moment to lock eyes with everyone around the V-shaped looking table. She paused for a bit longer on Huesfan. "Gentleman, I do believe that the majority of you labor under the delusion that this is the Black Sun of old. We are not. I will not have a military force, enforcers or goons around to protect stupid actions. I am not Smash. You all choose to invest within us and allow for us to become the pillar of focus on this planet. When that happened, I informed everyone about how things would be run. Just because I am not here doesn't mean that such said vision is tossed out like bad coaxium. Now I am sure that some here are upset with how things were handled. But allow for me to offer these words up." Zalis stood up and placed both hands upon the table. "I will not let others dictate how I do things, nor will I be bullied into bad business either. From here on, Black Sun will operate exactly how I told you we would way back when. I will provide you with massive clientele and help stir and move people into your own businesses for the sake of good business. But don't look to us for protection. Protect your own damn interests." Zalis took another moment to look around and lock eyes with everyone at the table before she sat back down. She then lifted her hand and waved everyone out of the room without offering up a single word. With anger, Huesfan left first making it known that he was not happy with Zalis. The last one to leave was Callika who took a moment to really look at Zalis before he walked out of the room. After everyone left, Zalis let out a sigh. And now I need to figure out who the hell was brave enough to attempt such a move...
  9. Zalis and Akor’ketez sat in the bridge of the Supremacy as it entered the system. ALmost immediately, the comsystem began blaring. Akor'ketez quickly checked it before turning back to Zalis. "Ma'am, Fluanern is reporting that Sandorne is getting alerts that one of our clients is currently having their spice stolen." Zalis gave a very annoyed look at her trusty assistant. "It's not even our spice?" The Twi'lek shook his head as he responded. "No ma'am. All of ours is cold stored in the underground facility, and with the recent events of Kessel, we've urged our other... supporters to move theirs to a safer location, hence the reason pirates or rival gangs might be attempting to steal theirs." Zalis turned her annoyed face to look at the planet before her. She allowed for herself to process what was going on for a moment. "Let them take it. It's not our problem what happens to spice. But lets not have them escape without being noticed. Flag the ships and send a few MorningStar's in pursuit of them to make it look convincing." Zalis then stood up and walked out of the cockpit and towards the back of the ship so that she could get ready to meet with the rest of the Vigos and other officials whom were expecting her shortly. Today began the completely new era that she had worked so hard to establish. ************* Sandorne Palace sent out almost immediately after getting word from Akor'tetez, 4 MorningStar-C starfighters up after the raiders taking the spice. Almost as soon as they got in range, they began to open up fire on the ship being hijacked, making it clear to everyone involved that Black Sun held no interest in keeping the spice, only teaching a lesson.
  10. Zalis and Akor’ketez were quick to make sure that everyone of their supplies went where they were supposed to, and that her men understood to provide as much support as needed to help the planet, along with making sure they all had direct contact with her in case more supplies were needed. The two then took off. "Where to Ma'am?" It didn't take Zalis long to respond. SHe knew exactly what was needed next. "Ord Mantell. We have much work to do."
  11. Zalis took a moment to fully study the man before her before she responded. He was aged in many ways, all of them good. She wondered if perhaps down the road he might become a more suitable ally in her other ventures. Offering up a smile to Godfrey, she let her voice carry a sweetness with it. "Allowing us to provide relief efforts is enough. Hopefully down the road I can provide more for you." She quickly finished her biscuit that she had taken earlier and gave a head nod to Akor’ketez before turning her attention back to Godfrey. "We will be making sure that everything is unloaded correctly and distributed to the right places. After that, me and my assistant Akor’ketez will leave the planet, but the ship crews of the freighters will remain for relief efforts. If you have any other needs or have a need for more supplies, don't hesitate to ask them and I will personally make sure that we get you what you need." Zalis gave a slight bow and then turned to walk out of the main office of Godfrey.
  12. Zalis waved off any refreshments, as she was still slightly still recovering from her recent battle. But it was nothing that Godfrey needed to know. She had other things she wanted to accomplish today. HIs words hinted at the two maybe having fought or had some sort of dealing with each other before she rose higher within the ranks of Black Sun, but she honestly held no memory of it. Maybe because it didn't help her move forward as much as she would have liked. But no matter, like he said, the needed the help. "It's not just Czerka today. HealthiDrive is also mine, and we're providing medical supplies to the population. Czerka is here to provide resources in the rebuilding effort, along with finding ways to help get the economy back on its feet." While she wasn't thirsty, she did take a small biscuit and took a bite out of it before continuing for Godfrey. "There is nothing needed in return. We are here to simply help. Corellia is too important of a system to let things not get back on its feet."
  13. Zalis was a bit surprised at how quickly the local body of government responded to her. She and her assistant Akor’ketez were escorted to the main command center. As she walked in, she wondered for a moment if her outfit would be a problem, as she never fully thought through that aspect of it before, but realized it was of little importance at the moment. The laid back attire of boots, red shirt and black jacket were enough as many here would not care if she looked as fancy as she normally does. Upon entry, she saw whom she recognized as the once Senator Godfrey, who now most likely held a different title then what he did before. She gave him a slight bow. "Godfrey I presume. I am Zalis Krales."
  14. Whatever felt emotions she had had, she was slowly losing them upon entering the bridge of her own ship. There was still pain, yet not enough at this point to keep her down. She sat down, letting PD-087 pilot the ship into the system as Akor’ketez sat in the co-pilots chair as Corellia came into view. He turned to look at her, but then turned his attention back towards what he was doing, speaking rather calmly. “Two of the recovery relief vessels have just arrived in the system. They’re all marked with HealthiDrive and Czerka. Would you like for me to request special landing requests for us?” Zalis pondered upon it for a moment before shaking her head. “No. We want the people on our side. Land with the rest.” She then stood up and walked back to get herself fully ready for what was about to happen on the surface of the planet. After they had landed, Zalis walked down the ramp with Akor’ketez at her side. Quickly one of the dock workers recognized her and began to stumble and panic for a second until she spoke. “No need to panic. I’m here representing HealthiDrive and Czerka. We have brought two transports full of supplies to help the relief efforts." She pointed towards the two incoming ships. "Get the HealthiDrive ship supplies unloaded and to the medical wards that need the supplies. The Czerka ship has food and other supplies needed to help rebuild. I personally would like to see to devastation personally to see what else I can do to help rebuild this world."
  15. Zalis felt a slight sting that was far more annoying over all of the other pain she was experiencing at the moment. It was located within her lower spine, but the last thing she wanted to do was make a sound. Her eyes darted from a bright light that annoyed her to a display showing the time. It clicked within her mind that very soon Czerka was about to send off aid packages she had set up enroute to Kessel, but with the procedures she had set up within the organization, they would have to get a verbal confirmation. A fast PR storm could easily be worked up as Czerka and HealthiDrive were delayed on purpose by whomever Terra was working for. Typical stuff like that quickly kept favor on her side for a moment and stirred distrust the other way. These were typical procedures for her to constantly maintain a steady flow of credits, and by this point, they were impossible for anyone to stop. Within the now ragged and destroyed jacket, she wished to be back in her black dress she wore for Kane on Coruscant. She also wished she didn’t store the weapon basket she received from him in her ship. She was sure that PD-087 was flying the ship on direct course to medical attention, but that wasn’t what she wanted. Granted, she was very thankful that she had installed in all of the droids within Black Sun certain protocols that kept key members alive and well as best as they could, as it was part of what got her out alive. She wasn’t sure how she got from the mines to the ship, but she heard shooting and some explosions. Most likely it was a droid or two that was still on the ship that activated themselves to engage in PV01 programming she installed. PD-087 was the one who got her on the ship, she was sure of that much. As she lay, she heard her comlink buzz and she tried to search for it, slowly stirring around but not having much luck. After a moment, the door to the room she was in opened and there was Akor’ketez, the Twi’lek assistant she had since the beginning of her time in a high level at Black Sun. “I thought I had you running things on Titan?” He walked in and placed a blue skin hand on her shoulder. “There were reports coming from a few former and current Vigos that hinted you may need to be rescued. As it turns out, my gut was correct. And Titan is doing fine. There was no one of importance on board this journey, so I took the time to come to you.” As he talked, he quickly injected her with a stimulant of some nature and then handed her the comlink. "I currently have us enroute to Corellia, as per a scheduled marking from PD-087. Once you’re dressed and feel up to it, you can come to the bridge of Nimbus."
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