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Diplomatic Proceedings

Nar Shaddaa, it was home to many of the people the kind of people he would need. However, there were many powerful gangs on Nar Shaddaa. However he decided to search after those disenfranchised such as himself, that lead him to a meeting with the Lirak Cartel, or what was left of it from what he had heard.

The Matador was an oddity, a mass of Beskar plate with a leather navy cloak clinging to his form. But, there were many oddities on Nar Shaddaa, many species he had never even seen before. Various lifeforms he had never even laid eyes on before, coming in all shapes and sizes. Ithorians, zabraks. His eyes were waylaid, drawn from the task at hand by the various sites. The informant had instructed him to meet in the third alleyway on Tellimor street. It happened to be a marketplace, busy with life. The alleyways were far apart, this marketplace stretched miles across the surface of the station.

Green and Purple assaulted his vision, flashing neon lights and loud salesmen attacked his eyes. It was, frustrating. But was little different than the battle field, a mess of sound and feeling around him. It didn't bother him, much.

Nar Shaddaa reminded him of concept drawings he had seen of massive space stations, much of which even in this day and age had never came to fruition. His dreams weren't going to be like that.

The Matador arrived at his destination, a dark alley way with various men in dirty mesh outfits, some wearing Durasteel. But mostly cheap Plasteel mesh.
He walked past a few, skulking frail men acting as if they were bouncers or bullies. One of the two, neither of which he seemed convinced of. They knew he was coming and let him pass. They gave him something you might call dagger eyes, peering at his towering height and well equipped weaponry with a mixture of jealously and fear.

Ahead of him, was a large open area with high rises all round. The fact they chose somewhere perfect for an ambush did not bode well in his mind, perhaps these were not the right people to reach out to. Their leader was a man wearing a brown overcoat on top of a heavy Durasteel suit of armour, complete with a gas max. What some would call a real character.

"Aye man, you looking to meet?"

"Yes. You are a representative of the Lirak Cartel?"

@Ar'ekk
 

Arekk

The Flesh Of Fallen Angels
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NAR SHADDAA
A dark alleyway in the Smuggler's Moon

"The Lirak Cartel's gone. We've drawn them out of the Smuggler's Moon forever."

The young man said in a cold tone. The Hawk's Cartel was the new organization that ran all operations in the Red Light Sector and the Promenade itself after destroying Lirak the Hutt's operations.

Certainly, a narrow dark alleyway like this was the perfect spot to ambush an unsuspecting person, take all their belongings and leave nothing but a rotting corpse behind. But Ar'ekk wasn't like this, more of a business man than a cold hearted and calculating individual unless you tried to double cross him and he would make his life's work to viciously seek for revenge. He wouldn't stop until everyone involved was buried six feet under, that's a promise he'd always keep. However, building a good reputation in Nar Shaddaa was the most important thing in his mind and it wasn't something he planned on ruining for anything or anyone.

For anyone wishing to become part of The Hawk's Circle they'd have to accept and follow a set of strict rules put in place to protect the organization's name and reputation from being destroyed by hot headed individuals. The only penalty for breaking these rules is death, something that'd keep anyone from any wrongdoing.

In front of him stood a man that spoke and carried himself as a fully fledged soldier, just like Ar'ekk a few years ago when he fought in the war of Malachor V. Rain started to pour down heavily on them, the cold wet floor reflecting the neon lights sorrounding them and their clothes feeling damped as the minutes passed. Several thugs stood around the alleyway to provide backup for Ar'ekk, hired guns armed to the teeth with what seemed to be the heaviest weaponry someone could afford. They could definitely shoot you down from a thousand miles away with an eye closed. If The Matador surveyed every exit in the alleyway, they'd be closed down by the young warrior's bodyguards. There was no escape unless Ar'ekk decided to let you go, he was a fair person unless you tried to betray him.

"What do you want?"

His voice echoed throughout the dark alleyway until a prolongued silence took over.

[member="The Matador"]
 
​It was a circumstance he hadn't expected, surrounded by the men of the very group he had planned to overthrow with the assistance of the Lirak Cartel. The Matador's eyes dashed all around him, his head turning as he saw more men approaching from every direction. More soldiers than he had seen or expected upon entering the suspicious alleyway.

​Though, such surprises were to be expected to an extent. He was on alien territory, and unexpected occurrences were frankly to be expected.

​"To recruit the Lirak Cartel into the service of Cerberus. By helping them overthrow their competitors. Which, you appear to be. However, as you say. They are now gone. So my dealings will be with you. The competitor."

​He had always appreciated candour, and returned it in kind. His hand itched for a moment for his saber, then his axe. Half twitching to see how many of these thugs he could take down before they killed him, it excited him. Challenge was always welcomed, but he was here to help Cerberus. Not, put himself to the test.

​The man directly in front of him, whilst young looked weathered. Perhaps he could teach the gas mask wearing thug a thing or two, he felt the tinge of force sensitivity within him. Even so, he had no desire for a student to therefore be a Master. But training soldiers was nothing new to him.

@Ar'ekk
 

Arekk

The Flesh Of Fallen Angels
The captivating neon lights sorrounding the alleyway reflected upon everyone's faces, the thugs covering Ar'ekk's back with their heavy blasters ready to draw as fast as they can. There was a certain tension in the air.

"Overthrow the competition?" He let out a sarcastic cackle before continuing, "Why would we need you, Cerberus?"

The young warrior was right. Why would they need the services of a mercenary group when they were able to take out an entire Hutt cartel without anyone's assistance? It made sense right then but despite the harsh question, Ar'ekk knew there was something beyond this offer. They didn't work for anyone but people worked for them, it'd always be like this. A potential alliance could be beneficial for their business.

Who could say no to more credits, right? This was the Smuggler's Moon after all.

[member="The Matador"]
 
​The Matador was not impressed by the man's bravado. Nor, by what appeared to him as a gross compensation that came in the form of such a large group surrounding the two for merely a meeting. The rain pelted off of his stern and expressionless second skin, he relaxed his shoulders as the man cackled.

​"A Hutt Cartel? I stomped out several cartels on Dredd single handed. Do you honestly think that you pose a threat or could defend yourself alone when the Sith Empire comes calling, or perhaps the Galactic Alliance? No. Cerberus exists to protect those who wish not to define themselves by either dark or light. Unity is strength, and alone you are weak. We are all weak."

​The Matador knew this to be true, he had nearly died on Dredd when he was alone. Were it not for the help of a particular Doctor, he would've likely had died bleeding out in the street. However, now he stood with his wits as sharp as possible. He eyed the face of the man with which he exchanged words. Waiting, for a response. The rest of his men shifted somewhat uncomfortably in the dark and wet, their faces strewn, irritated in the rain. ​"A single cartel is nothing in the face of an Empire."
 

Arekk

The Flesh Of Fallen Angels
"If you think we're working alone, then you do not understand what the underworld is."

The Cabal had his back in every single decision that he took for The Hawk's Circle, plus the support of the Bareesh Kajidic that was led by his Eminence Gorba the Hutt. Obviously, this individual had zero notion of what hid beneath the organization that Ar'ekk ran and he wouldn't reveal much either to this unknown person. Extreme caution had to be taken, specially in a planet like this.

"I don't think the Sith Empire would have the guts to come here and pose a threat to anyone. They'd be having the Hutts on their tails as soon as that happened."

His invitation was intriguing to say the least. Cerberus seemed to be a key solution for his understanding yet he would need more than a mere explanation to completely take up on what has been offered. It was certainly a really appealing option for the young warrior but he still wasn't convinced entirely.

"Tell me about Cerberus."

[member="The Matador"]
 
​"The underworld alone isn't enough to stop an incoming force with the strength of the factions at play in the Galaxy." ​Was his first response to Ar'ekk's prideful comment. ​"Nor do the huts have the manpower to hold back the Sith or Jedi."

​As much as these facts were unpleasant, they were just that. The Sith and Jedi and whatever variations of those two groups that existed would trample over everything in their path to destroy the other. The Matador expected he would've been killing this man later that night with the help of the now extinct cartel. However, instead he was standing talking with him. Discussing terms was something new to the Matador, yet he knew that to attract a creature; you put whatever they desired most just outside of their reach.

​For example, a Gharzr on Duxn couldn't resist a freshly cut flesh of a young Boma. However, the man standing before him wasn't a simply creature but just like a Ghazrz he was defined by his surroundings. He was a criminal.

​"Cerberus is taking those that don't have a stake in the ongoing wars and providing a place for them. A place for my people, and any others that join us. We profit from these wars because trying to spot them is pointless. We're mercenaries, body guards, assassins and whatever else is needed."

@Ar'ekk
 

Arekk

The Flesh Of Fallen Angels
"We don't plan to stick our noses on anyone's wars for whatever reason it is. Including credits. We've fought in wars and we lost more than we wanted."

Everyone had gone through rough times scaling a years back, on Malachor V. Lost too many valuable things in life that would never be repaid completely at all, just shattered memories and lives ruined for the eternity to come. This offer wasn't viable whatsoever and it'd be pretty hard to convince anyone to just come on board, Ar'ekk knew that by the book. However, there was still a chance to go ahead with this.

"Of course, there's a sacrifice that can be made yet we're not that convinced. I can provide capable people but if they're not willing to participate in this, there's no alternative. I won't force them."

[member="The Matador"]
 
​The Matador knew that he wasn't going to easily convince him of the benefits of this union, however clear they were to him.

​"You may not plan to get involved, or these soldiers might not. But many times, Nar Shaddaa and every other planet in this system has been under the rule of one occupying force or another. You're not convinced, because you don't understand the opportunity that I'm giving you. You and your men, after battle after battle under one Master or another have became independent. But it won't last if you don't take action to prepare yourself for whatever may come."

​He wasn't used to being the one doing the convincing, he was better on the battlefield of war rather than that of social situations. Even so, he believed what he said to be true.

​"I won't force any of your men to do the smart thing."

@Ar'ekk
 

Arekk

The Flesh Of Fallen Angels
Ar'ekk seemed to ponder briefly for a minute as the rain continued to pour down on their heads, this time even heavier than before.

"I will need time to think this through. Tell you what? Come to The Hawk's Den in the Promenade and we shall discuss this further. A grimey alleyway isn't necessarily the greatest place to hold a discussion like this. Too many ears."

He wanted to take precautions regarding this matter and thinking this through would give him a much clearer insight regarding Cerberus and this man's offer. Juicy details would need to be talked about in a more private setting and nothing was better than inside the largest casino the Promenade had seen in years as The Hawk's Den.

"We'll be talking more soon."

That being said, the young warrior and his people quickly faded away into the shadows and disappeared in just a few minutes, leaving The Matador alone until he decided to leave. Time would pass quickly until they met once again.

[member="The Matador"]
 

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