Conceited
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A few years ago there had been a criminal organisation known as the Black Tie Syndicate. It consisted of a few dozen crime lords, smugglers, bounty hunters and a Sith Lord. For a time business had been good although the crime lord responsible for it's foundation came to suspect that one of their members was lying to them about their true identity which consequentially ended their relationship, and the two groups moved on until finally the Black Tie Syndicate was no longer a thing.During it's peak, however, the group made their move on Kessel. With it's legendary spice mines still in circulation and the profits that came with running them they quickly picked up business which was eventually felt across the Kessel sector. Even the slums of Formos down to Secter 3 came to know who the Black Ties were including the many gangs that sold spice and other narcotics there. One of these gangs were the Purple Rejects.
After a bloodbath, which saw many of their crew killed by this mysterious Sith, the gang fell into line and came to work for her in exchange for credits and a supply of weapons that could be traced back to Ri'ess-Emeritus Industries if someone looked hard enough. But despite entering service to the Sith the Purple Rejects weren't fools. In case they were forced into another situation where they would become slaughtered by their new master they begun to digging and came up with gold. They learned that the Sith they came to know as Ayra was in fact the owner of a couple of corporations situated on Chandrila and that her real name was Alicia Drey.
Knowing that they couldn't possibly outmatch or overwhelm a Sith Lord of her stature the Purple Rejects prepared for the day in which they invited her wrath once more in the form of bribery. In the event that both parties fell out with each other again then they would extort the Sith Lord's true identity and threaten to reveal it to the public if she turned her Lightsaber on them once more. Until that day came they continued the relationship as she had dictated. It was a good relationship. They would continue giving a slice of their profits every month in exchange for the weapons she supplied, plus their muscle and any information they came into in the underground world until the time came to pull the trigger on what they knew.
But that day never came. It only took them a week to learn that Alicia Drey had passed away on Chandrila. With their Sith Master dead the weapon caches they picked up at the end of every month from her Sun Guards stopped. Not that they did much with them anyway. They knew that the weapons they were being supplied were supposed to be used to expand their operation outside of Secter 3. But that was hard work, and the consensus of the gang was that they didn't want to go into the big leagues. So instead of using the weapons they were being supplied to expand they sold them to other rival gangs to make up the cost of profit they lost when they had to share from their spice and other narcotic deals whilst spinning the Sun Guards along with faked reports and stories that were enough to keep the charade going long enough until it went sour.
It was good business on their part, and now with the Sith dead they didn't need to continue conning her. They even begun working for someone else, a much more agreeable individual who didn't even wield a Lightsaber or have manic tendencies with thanks to a deal set up between them by some Muun from the IGBC. But it didn't take a genius to figure out what was happening here. It came to light quickly that somehow the Sith and the IGBC must have been working together at some point. How else did the Muun's know about the connection between both sides to set up a new deal with Thraxis?
With knowledge comes opportunity, and so the Purple Rejects had sent word out that they were going to talk. If the IGBC didn't agree to their demands then they were going to filter out about their very shady and dodgy business with drug dealers, slave traders, weapon suppliers and gangsters out here on Formos; and that was just the beginning. Eager to avoid a scandal involving the aforementioned and a Sith Lord on top the IGBC had capitulated.
Dispatching one of their agents to see over the Purple Rejects demands the individual question had just arrived in the Formos Spaceport...
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The Initium's engines cooled as it's pilot rose up from her seat and made her way to the back of the shuttle. Dressed in a loose but dark fitting robe, with the cowl raised over her head, she turned to the shuttle bay doors and ordered them to open. As the landing ramp lowered itself down to the ground Darth Ayra lifted her gaze upwards to get a look at the dingy spaceport, angry at the prospect that she was having to deal with these low life gangsters once again.She understood their motives. As far as they knew she was dead. From a criminal point of view she could see why they were trying to exploit the Muuns. But they didn't know that she was still alive and that if the information they knew got out, thus creating the scandal they threatened to exploit, it could prove to be quite damaging to her latest machinations on Humbarine. Ayra possessed the foresight to see that if it became public that she was once Alicia Drey then it would create a trail of death, destruction and exploit of her own that would lead any Jedi, Sith or otherwise right to her footstep in the New Republic.
Eager not to re-create the damage that had happened during her seminal life she had come to Formos to deal with the Purple Rejects permanently. She still needed Serj Sularis to be useful in his post at the IGBC so it would not do well if he was exposed as a Muun who worked with a Sith Lord, with ties all the way back to the One Sith. To protect her interests and assets Ayra knew what had to be done tonight.
With her Lightsaber clipped to her the left-side of her hip, she turned as she made her way down the land ramp to command the Initium to close her doors and seal herself shut until her master returned. When she reached the bottom of the ramp she turned through the doors of the hangar bay she had just landed in and made her way into the throng of people that were making their way through the spaceport into Secter 3 to find the Purple Rejects.