Lev Surrel
Guavian Crime Boss
There are two ways to create demand: make something no one thought of before, and make something better than what's already out there.
The Guavian Death Gang had opted for the second option. It trafficked in controlled substances, combat enhancers and stims rather than gutter spice, and if its leaders wanted to own that market they would need to have the best chems available. For Lev Surrel, who was building a legacy of aggressive expansion, undercutting prices and hustling out competitors wasn't enough. She envisioned something new, something uniquely Guavian, that would have pirates, mercenaries, and slave drivers eating out of the palm of her hand, and she had devoted the considerable expertise of the Death Gang's chemists to finding out what that might be. Because it was one thing to peddle Slumm and combat adrenals; it was another to hold access to something exclusive.
In the age of blasters and powered armor, it was difficult to create a stim that would create deadlier warriors. Sure, you could bulk up a being's muscles until he could bench-press landspeeders, but a squad armed with rifles would cut him down before he could get close enough to rip them apart (unless he was a Jedi, in which case he didn't need stims). There was some spice that was supposed to improve coordination and aim, but that was an area where training tended to be at least as effective. In the defensive race, on the other hand, Lev believed that stims had a role to play. What if that warrior couldn't be dropped by a hail of blasterfire, and got that ability from something cheaper than armor? Now that would revolutionize the battlefield in a profitable way.
The Sith, it was said, could go into a dark rage that would drive them into warzones, impossible to kill until their fury was spent. As much as she despised the Force, which elevated beings to the level of minor gods without rhyme or reason, she took inspiration from that ability. What if a stim could make a man unkillable, or at least nearly impossible to bring down? It would require a blend of compounds with effects that already existed - painkillers, muscle stimulants, some way to focus the mind past the dullness of the nerves. But it would be something unlike anything that had ever been synthesized before, and something that did its job better than any of its components. And by the laws of the galaxy, that would be doubly in demand.
The Guavian Death Gang had opted for the second option. It trafficked in controlled substances, combat enhancers and stims rather than gutter spice, and if its leaders wanted to own that market they would need to have the best chems available. For Lev Surrel, who was building a legacy of aggressive expansion, undercutting prices and hustling out competitors wasn't enough. She envisioned something new, something uniquely Guavian, that would have pirates, mercenaries, and slave drivers eating out of the palm of her hand, and she had devoted the considerable expertise of the Death Gang's chemists to finding out what that might be. Because it was one thing to peddle Slumm and combat adrenals; it was another to hold access to something exclusive.
In the age of blasters and powered armor, it was difficult to create a stim that would create deadlier warriors. Sure, you could bulk up a being's muscles until he could bench-press landspeeders, but a squad armed with rifles would cut him down before he could get close enough to rip them apart (unless he was a Jedi, in which case he didn't need stims). There was some spice that was supposed to improve coordination and aim, but that was an area where training tended to be at least as effective. In the defensive race, on the other hand, Lev believed that stims had a role to play. What if that warrior couldn't be dropped by a hail of blasterfire, and got that ability from something cheaper than armor? Now that would revolutionize the battlefield in a profitable way.
The Sith, it was said, could go into a dark rage that would drive them into warzones, impossible to kill until their fury was spent. As much as she despised the Force, which elevated beings to the level of minor gods without rhyme or reason, she took inspiration from that ability. What if a stim could make a man unkillable, or at least nearly impossible to bring down? It would require a blend of compounds with effects that already existed - painkillers, muscle stimulants, some way to focus the mind past the dullness of the nerves. But it would be something unlike anything that had ever been synthesized before, and something that did its job better than any of its components. And by the laws of the galaxy, that would be doubly in demand.