Coratanni Cartel
Thawne
[member="Kiber Dorn"]
Drugs.
Spice, deathsticks, ixetallic, they were what fueled Coruscant.
Whether the public wanted to admit it or not, whether the Alliance would ever acknowledge it didn't matter. Drugs of all sorts ran as freely on Coruscant as water did on Dac. Every corner had it's dealers, every club had it's supply, and most of it came directly from the Coratanni Cartel. Over the last few months they had seized near absolute control of the Underworld, using brutal tactics and swift action to take Coruscant piece by piece.
Dealers had been hung from street lights, suppliers had been impaled to walls.
The Cartel had been brutal, they had sent message after message, and almost everyone got the hint.
Coratanni ruled the drug trade on Coruscant. There was no arguing that, and any attempt at doing so would be met with swift and brutal retaliation. Small time dealers survived of course, but anything bigger? Anything bigger was meant with a harsh rebuke. All that traffic required attention of course, and more than that a massive supply from Coratanni itself. The Cartel had established a dozen smuggling routes, opened hundreds of starports.
Most of them were carefully controlled, monitored, but a few had nothing more than some Coratanni Runners guarding them.
These locations were less important to the Cartel, zones of Coruscant like The Works that saw little to no foot traffic. The supply was still massive compared to what one would find on the street, but small enough that the Cartel trusted the lowest rung of it's organization for protection. The Runners were just children, kids who had joined Coratanni for one reason or another, barely any training and vulnerable.
Still, no one was stupid enough to test their luck against even the Runners.
That was why as the newest shipment was being unloaded most of the dozen or so Runners at the small hangar were relaxed, sitting on crates with their weapons leaning besides them or laying in their lap.
There was no reason to be worried after all.