Zonia Kalranoos
Caveat emptor
100 miles northwards from Iziz
OS Onderon
Credits. Money changed hands, irrespective of affiliation, worldview or agenda. The paradigm of profit tied the galaxy together like no republic or empire could; the tennets of self-interest were binded countless species and planets together, the adhesive not faltering even under the most massive of conflicts. Zonia often thought about the universality of trade and how it would eventually bring peace to the galaxy; there was only a handful of regimes which were stable enough to bring lasting technological progress. In that regard, all tyrannical regimes would eventually end, to be ultimately substituted by a libertarian system which assured maximal freedom for maximum number of people. Zonia repeated this notion to herself every time she dealt with third parties whos agendas were not fully aligned with the moral and ethical standards set by the Alliance.
Soon, she would witness how powerful Darell Irani was; with the credentials he gave her, Zonia traversed into the Onderonian outback as if it were own back yard. Men he trusted escorted her from the edge of OS space to a camp deep in the primoridal jungles north of Iziz, where Irani would hunt for sport during the waning days of summer. Clad in dark green leather, Kalranoos pushed past fern and greenery as they made their way to the fire, its ominous yellow-green flames sheding an eerie light under the dark canopy of Onderonian rainforest.
Iron Crown Enterprises had played a significant role in the restoration of Coruscant, but it seemed Irani wanted to do more. Zonia had arrived to hear his thoughts and ideas, then report back the terms to the Alliance. She had already shown him enough courtesy by meeting him on a world controlled by One Sith, despite her own deep dislike of their kind. She had every right though; they've slaughtered their entire family back on Prakith.
The air was heavy with moisture, permeated with the scent of decomposing plants. Kalranoos loathed every single molecule of it, but nonetheless half-smiled once she reached the camp site, closely followed by his men. But Irani was nowhere to be seen and for a fleeting moment, Zonia thought this just might be a trap.
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