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B L A C K - S U N - S Y N D I C A T E
G A S G O 'S - R E P A I R - A N D - S U P P L Y
- Intent: Make a Prominent Shadowport located within The High Republic, on Chommell Minor
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- Canon: Not Canon
- Permissions: No Permissions for Submission
- Links: Black Sun Syndicate |:| Criminal Syndicates and Cartels |:| Most Honorable Guild of Armourer's |:| The High Republic
- Structure Name: Gasgo's Repair and Supply (Surface); The Mournload (Subterranean Shadowport)
- Classification: Shadowport Class
- Location: Chommell Minor
- Affiliation: The High Republic |:| Black Sun Syndicate
- Accessibility:
Highly restricted and hidden. From the surface, it appears as a nondescript, legitimate repair and supply shop. Access to the subterranean shadowport, "The Mournload" is via a hidden, heavily reinforced elevator disguised within the shop's cluttered storeroom.
Entry to the lower levels requires specific knowledge a secret phrase, a pre-arranged signal, or a trusted contact vouched for by Gasgo himself. The surface shop is open to the public during standard hours, but the shadowport operates 24/7. It is subtly monitored but not overtly guarded.
- Description:
From the outside, "Gasgo's" is a picture of unremarkable normalcy: a grimy, slightly rusted durasteel building adorned with faded signs advertising starship parts and general repairs. Speeders, small freighters, and various work vehicles are often parked haphazardly outside, contributing to the illusion of a busy, legitimate business. Inside, the shop is a chaotic mess of spare parts, sputtering datapads, and oil-stained workbenches.
However, deep beneath this unassuming facade lies "The Mournload," a multi-leveled, highly specialized subterranean complex carved out of the planet's bedrock. This hidden den of illicit activity descends five floors, each dedicated to a particular brand of shadow dealings, all connected by a single, carefully concealed elevator.
The Hidden Elevator: Located discreetly behind a movable workbench and a stack of rusted engine blocks in the shop's back storeroom. It's a heavily armored service lift, unassuming in appearance, but its control panel hides advanced access protocols. It's the sole artery connecting the surface to the five specialized levels of The Whisper Market below. Each floor requires specific clearance, often granted on a per-deal basis.
- Gasgo's Perch (Control Room & Office): Tucked away from the main elevator shaft, often accessible from a discreet door on Level 1: The Veiled Bazaar. This is Gasgo's private office and control room, equipped with advanced comms, surveillance monitors for all levels, and a heavily locked safe. This is where Gasgo conducts his most sensitive business, mediates disputes, and oversees the entire multi-layered operation.
- Description: The first stop for most visitors, this level is a sprawling, dimly lit cavern bustling with activity. Makeshift stalls crafted from salvaged plating and glowing holopads line winding pathways. The air hums with hushed negotiations and the clatter of small transactions. Here, independent vendors hawk everything from stolen data chips and forged identities to customized weaponry, exotic tech, and rare artifacts.
- Description: A chillingly quiet level, separated from the market's general din by heavy, sound-dampening doors. The atmosphere here is somber, oppressive. Sentients are displayed in individual, sparsely furnished containment cells, often behind transparisteel, with their "specifications" projected in stark holo text. The lighting is cold and clinical, designed to highlight the merchandise.
- Description: This level carries a distinct, often cloying, chemical odor. It's a labyrinth of narrow corridors leading to various processing bays, temporary storage units, and hidden loading docks. Industrial-grade purifiers hum loudly, attempting (often unsuccessfully) to filter the fumes of raw spice being cut, processed, or repackaged for distribution. This is the heart of the shadow port's logistical operations for contraband, particularly spice, where bulk shipments are broken down, new routes are plotted, and untraceable transports are loaded.
- Description: A grim, utilitarian level characterized by reinforced durasteel doors and a pervasive chill, regardless of the ambient temperature. This floor consists primarily of sturdy, heavily secured holding cells designed to contain various sentient beings from high-value targets awaiting ransom to individuals being "processed" for transport to the slave market below, or even unfortunate souls meant for the fighting rings. The sounds are often muffled whimpers, occasional frustrated shouts, or the rhythmic thud of a guard's boot.
- Description: The lowest and loudest level, resonating with primal roars, the clang of metal, and the cheers (or jeers) of a bloodthirsty crowd. This cavernous space is dominated by a central, heavily reinforced fighting arena, surrounded by tiered viewing platforms and a few makeshift refreshment stands. Brawlers of all species, some willing, many coerced, engage in brutal, no-holds-barred combat, often against exotic beasts.
Security Rating: Medium (for a civilian structure)
Hidden Access: The primary defense is the concealed nature of the shadowport itself and its multi-leveled, specialized structure.
Discreet Surveillance: Hidden motion sensors, audio receptors, and high-resolution cameras are strategically placed throughout Gasgo's shop and all five levels of The Mournload, feeding directly to Gasgo's Perch.
- 57C Holocam
- Advanced Security Technology
- Advanced Security Weaponry
- Updated Encyption Codes
- Security Scanners
- Repulsor Shield
- Security Thumbpass
Bothan Security Staff: A small, highly loyal team of Gasgo's fellow Bothans retired from the Bothawui Defense Corps are disguised as shop employees or unassuming patrons on Level 1, provides discreet but effective security. On lower levels, they are more overtly armed. They are trained in unarmed combat and carry concealed blasters or vibro-knives.
Frequency Jammers: Low-level jamming and scrambling technology can interfere with external communications within and immediately around the underground market, making remote monitoring and communication difficult for outsiders.
Bothan Information Network: Gasgo leverages his species' natural affinity for intelligence gathering. He has a vast, informal network of informants on Chommwell Minor and beyond provided by the Bothan Spynet, providing early warnings of law enforcement interest or rival operations.
Automated Defenses: Basic automated blaster turrets are hidden in key chokepoints on lower levels, particularly near Level 4 and 5, only active if specific alarms are triggered.
"Gasgo's" began its life like many small, struggling repair shops in the industrial outskirts of Chommell Minor's spaceport within the territory of the The High Republic. Its owner, a Bothan named Gasgo, was once a low-level broker in more overt black markets, constantly operating under the oppressive gaze of larger syndicates. Tired of the constant risk and the low margins, Gasgo sought a truly inconspicuous venture.
His fortunes changed when, during a seemingly routine repair of the old shop's foundations, he discovered a vast, pre-existing subterranean cavern system a forgotten geological anomaly beneath the city.
Recognizing its potential, Gasgo, with credits painstakingly saved and a few discreet loans, began converting the cavern. Over several years, the "repair shop" became a meticulous front for a rapidly developing, multi-leveled shadowport. He installed the hidden, specialized elevator, rigged the power and life support, and slowly, carefully, began inviting a select clientele.
Gasgo's own personality, a blend of a shrewd businessman and a calculating pragmatist who understood the value of absolute discretion, quickly built the market's reputation.
"The Mournload" became known for its reliability and, crucially, its secrecy. Its five distinct levels allowed for highly specialized and discreet operations, attracting independent smugglers, discreet slave traders, and desperate individuals seeking untraceable transactions for all manner of illicit goods.
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