Thraxis
The Damn-Forged
Dar'Manda, the home of what some would call the remnants of the Hutt Cartel, disillusioned with their failures while the Hutts focused solely on their victories, as few as they may be. But Hutts had the time to spare, their lifetimes could expand like stars careening past a ship darting through the void of Hyperspace. But most others, they couldn't be frugal with life, they had once chance and had to hold it with an iron grip as it quickly dropped out of the hand escaping into the void of space as time passed them by.
Though these simplistic philosophies wasted what it was about, Thraxis had been hard pressed to move into Dar'Manda, though even harder pressed to keep it a secret. He had few resources in the Galaxy he could utilize, though with hard work and dedication he managed to get the place up and running satisfactorily, scrap and junk littered the footpaths of Dar'Manda, the bright neon lights that were all too familiar within the criminal underbelly somehow didn't exist. Instead, small bulbs produced the little light, everything was on a shoestring budget. He might have had a lot of credits at his disposal, but building a city essentially from the ground up managed to sap away any credits that you had to spare.
And it was with this problem that most issues arose, people found a knack for bumping prices up where they could, not realizing that spending a few years with a Hutt tended to make one know that a Meiloorun cost nine credits, not ten. And it was with these tiniest of increments that had developed a certain Ire in him, he couldn't manage to pay an exorbitant fee for food to feed his people.
Thraxis was not a popular man in reality, outside of the Graveyard he was hated, despised and reviled as a monster. Fair points, which is why when someone took the job to deliver food to Dar'Manda he could sigh a breath of relief. "Finally. Now we don't have to supplement our food with the Fungus the Gammoreans keep cultivating." he said, a wash of relaxation washing over him as he sent out the first Star Map to Dar'Manda. Some people thought Star Maps were obsolete, those people were fools because they thought that way and then flew into a Black Hole. Something that was an all too real threat for traveling to Dar'Manda thanks to the close proximity of a Black Hole.
He clicked a few buttons, opening up a comm channel, describing what he needed, when he needed it done as well as an enclosed Star Map to his system. It was risky business, he didn't want to give it out to just anyone, so had full intentions of wiping it off her entire ship.
[member="Adal Armina"]
Though these simplistic philosophies wasted what it was about, Thraxis had been hard pressed to move into Dar'Manda, though even harder pressed to keep it a secret. He had few resources in the Galaxy he could utilize, though with hard work and dedication he managed to get the place up and running satisfactorily, scrap and junk littered the footpaths of Dar'Manda, the bright neon lights that were all too familiar within the criminal underbelly somehow didn't exist. Instead, small bulbs produced the little light, everything was on a shoestring budget. He might have had a lot of credits at his disposal, but building a city essentially from the ground up managed to sap away any credits that you had to spare.
And it was with this problem that most issues arose, people found a knack for bumping prices up where they could, not realizing that spending a few years with a Hutt tended to make one know that a Meiloorun cost nine credits, not ten. And it was with these tiniest of increments that had developed a certain Ire in him, he couldn't manage to pay an exorbitant fee for food to feed his people.
Thraxis was not a popular man in reality, outside of the Graveyard he was hated, despised and reviled as a monster. Fair points, which is why when someone took the job to deliver food to Dar'Manda he could sigh a breath of relief. "Finally. Now we don't have to supplement our food with the Fungus the Gammoreans keep cultivating." he said, a wash of relaxation washing over him as he sent out the first Star Map to Dar'Manda. Some people thought Star Maps were obsolete, those people were fools because they thought that way and then flew into a Black Hole. Something that was an all too real threat for traveling to Dar'Manda thanks to the close proximity of a Black Hole.
He clicked a few buttons, opening up a comm channel, describing what he needed, when he needed it done as well as an enclosed Star Map to his system. It was risky business, he didn't want to give it out to just anyone, so had full intentions of wiping it off her entire ship.
[member="Adal Armina"]
