The Monsterous One
The news of the Hutt remergence on Ryloth excited Cairan just a little.
As he walked, he broke down the last few weeks in his head. He'd been to Tython, and come a stalemale with a Jedi who intrigued him. He'd spent time on Carlac training and recouperating the broken nose and fractured ribs. In that time he'd met and hired a Bounty Hunter, testing him by sending him on a Jedi hunt. In the space of two weeks, he'd been a very busy bad guy.
Tython had been enjoyable, the Dark Empire saiting his taste for battle just that little longer but it had distracted him from his own ambitions. Now it was time to focus on his own operations that little bit more and it was time for some expansion. Soliders had been organised already, brother of the Sith Emperor would arrange that when they managed to secure Terminus. His new Bounty Hunter would serve extremely useful for the whole assassination thing.
But that was it. A good organisation needed more.
If anyone was going to be able to help, it would be the Hutts. Every good crime syndicate in the galaxy had been the result of the Hutts, they had a knack for doing bad things well. They had a knack for organised crime that Cairan wanted to exploit or learn from. He also wouldn't be disappointed with both being the outcome, working with the Hutts whilst learning from them would be extremely useful.
So he stood at the door of the Hutt Palace. And he knocked.