Lysle of the Hydian Way
Silent and Violent
A few years ago . . .
Word of mouth. Unmarked location. That is how the meeting would go down. Lysle was flanked by his ever-present twin Herglic guards. The chosen location was hundreds of levels below the highest cloudcutters and ziggurauts of Nar Shaddaa, below the surface of the planet. Where mellenium of constant construction, demolition and reconstruction had created a plethora of pancaked buildings at the very bottom of this decaying world.
Lysle walked along a hallway, his Herglics falling in behind him from a distance. Light shed through holes in the permacrete wall, the connecting hallway ahead was illuminated in blood red. There two Ravens awaited him. He approached, and conversation was short. Representatives of the Hutt Cartel had arrived, as well as the Zan Consortium and even a delegate of the Black Suns.
This is how it had been going for a while. Lysle had started a war, and it was no simple thing. He had dragged a Black Sun crime lord by his teeth and shot a hole through his cranium; it was a very real threat. Though the Black Suns had not expected such an adversary. The Red Ravens were already dug in, and their seemingly endless hordes of disorganized pirates clashed against the militaristic fleets of the Suns.
The delegate here was to call for a ceasefire, as ever, no doubt. The Hutt Cartels wanted in on the Dragon Palace Casino business. And the Zann Consortium likely wanted to sell guns. They would all be denied, the Red Ravens were loyal only to themselves. But Lysle was not rude enough to hear them out, and it helped to quell any rebellion on Nar Shaddaa against Raven interests and holdings.
Nar Shaddaa was Republic territory, neither the Ravens nor the Suns yet had a grip on this planet. But the Republic was struggling to hold it as full blown urban warfare exploded on nigh every sector and district. It was anarchy out there, but when wasn't it? Lysle moved into the room and found himself a place to lean against a wall, a flock of Ravens stood in front of him as his security, and his Herglics fell in on either side.
There were more than usual. This time local crime bosses, king pins and pimps had arrived from all other the planet. They weren't just any upstart, they were wealthy and influential, on a continental scale, much unalike to the galactic influence the Hutts, Suns and Ravens had. The room was abuzz with chatter, but it had quietened down when Lysle entered. In this period of time, the Red Ravens were winning the war, and the Suns were about to be crushed. And Lysle was the most influential and powerful crime lord in modern times. For now.
Word of mouth. Unmarked location. That is how the meeting would go down. Lysle was flanked by his ever-present twin Herglic guards. The chosen location was hundreds of levels below the highest cloudcutters and ziggurauts of Nar Shaddaa, below the surface of the planet. Where mellenium of constant construction, demolition and reconstruction had created a plethora of pancaked buildings at the very bottom of this decaying world.
Lysle walked along a hallway, his Herglics falling in behind him from a distance. Light shed through holes in the permacrete wall, the connecting hallway ahead was illuminated in blood red. There two Ravens awaited him. He approached, and conversation was short. Representatives of the Hutt Cartel had arrived, as well as the Zan Consortium and even a delegate of the Black Suns.
This is how it had been going for a while. Lysle had started a war, and it was no simple thing. He had dragged a Black Sun crime lord by his teeth and shot a hole through his cranium; it was a very real threat. Though the Black Suns had not expected such an adversary. The Red Ravens were already dug in, and their seemingly endless hordes of disorganized pirates clashed against the militaristic fleets of the Suns.
The delegate here was to call for a ceasefire, as ever, no doubt. The Hutt Cartels wanted in on the Dragon Palace Casino business. And the Zann Consortium likely wanted to sell guns. They would all be denied, the Red Ravens were loyal only to themselves. But Lysle was not rude enough to hear them out, and it helped to quell any rebellion on Nar Shaddaa against Raven interests and holdings.
Nar Shaddaa was Republic territory, neither the Ravens nor the Suns yet had a grip on this planet. But the Republic was struggling to hold it as full blown urban warfare exploded on nigh every sector and district. It was anarchy out there, but when wasn't it? Lysle moved into the room and found himself a place to lean against a wall, a flock of Ravens stood in front of him as his security, and his Herglics fell in on either side.
There were more than usual. This time local crime bosses, king pins and pimps had arrived from all other the planet. They weren't just any upstart, they were wealthy and influential, on a continental scale, much unalike to the galactic influence the Hutts, Suns and Ravens had. The room was abuzz with chatter, but it had quietened down when Lysle entered. In this period of time, the Red Ravens were winning the war, and the Suns were about to be crushed. And Lysle was the most influential and powerful crime lord in modern times. For now.