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When you live on Kashyyyk, every tree is the giving tree. Wroshyr served a multitude of purposes. Lumber, textiles, medicines, consumables, fuel, and chemicals to name a few. A single Wroshyr Tree, felled and processed to the last molecule, was worth millions of credits. The problem was that Kashyyyk was too much of a primitive world to effectively exploit its resources or harvest Wroshyr products in a profitable manner. That, and its inhabitants were far too… Sentimental to enact large scale forestation. Fortunately, the GenoHaradan had more ambition than they did.
As it happened, one Wookiee Clan happened to have fallen on hard times. The Fyyyrol legally controlled vast tracts of Wroshyr forest, but they were too poor and beleaguered to make any use of it. Hundreds of primitive, hostile Wookiee tribes occupied the area and made it all but impossible for them to do anything outside of their village’s confines. Lord Fa would be visiting those Wookiees and persuade them to sell the unusable land to them. It would be challenging, Lord Fa had a way with words. He’d figure it out.
There were additional facets to this operation. Thengil and his Cartel would be courting one of the Trandoshan Clans, the Blackscale, for assistance. Once the land was purchased (and it would be purchased, one way or another), the Blackscales would help deal with the primitives. What they did was of no consequence to Maleagant, so long as they paid their dues for operating in lands the GenoHaradan controlled. Besides, Thengil would be overseeing that. It was hardly Maleagant’s problem.
Vitor Avendahl would be incentivizing the cooperation of the Blackscale Clan through a couple of time honored means. For instance, arming them with better weapons than they usually got a hold of and helping them curb their rivals, the Zssik. Loyal Trandoshans were hard to come by. The GenoHaradan wanted to make sure there were no problems with the Blackscales later on. Going the extra mile, instilling endearment, would see to that.
Once the tribals were under control, Lord Fa would move into the woods. Lumber mills would be constructed and Fa would staff them with the Fyyyrol Clan. They would be grateful for the work opportunities and ambivalent to the fate of the tribals, thanks to their personal history with them. Perhaps some grievances would arrive due to Blackscale presence. As long as the Trandoshans were controlled, Lord Fa could convince them to remain calm and rational. Probably.
Maleagant, as it happened, was not expected to sit idly by for the duration of this enterprise. His Syndicate’s men were busy combing their vast web of contacts for potential buyers of the Wroshyr products. Within the next few days, a nice batch of supply contracts would be set up with organizations around the galaxy. This even included some… Generous charities… eager to take in the tribal Wookiees. How nice of them.
And, of course, there was the matter of the space station. That had been lopped on Maleagant’s plate as well. Since Kashyyyk was essentially a backwater, a private space station would need to be constructed to process all of the material the GenoHaradan brought to and from Kashyyyk. Nobody here wanted to lose track of what was going on. There was going to be a lot of money involved, and with any luck, Maleagant’s share of the money would be put towards the enrichment of his Syndicate’s paramilitary forces.