Prince of Katarr
Nej liked a good soiree into the finer things in life since becoming obscenely wealthy. He did, for a brief moment. It then became increasingly frustrating to have nice things without having to steal, buy, or barter for them.
Obscenely wealthy was an understatement, it was more of a misnomer. Nej Tane was probably one of the richest men in the galaxy. So, his outlaw days were dead. Dead and buried. It was now... well, nothing. Nothing but doing whatever he wanted for the rest of his long life.
Which, after all, was exceedingly boring. Nothing fun ever really happened anymore. No great shootouts, no great mysteries, no... well, nothing. D'Qar was another investment opportunity. He didn't need the money- he'd won billions. He just liked having something to do. Plus, it was a little fun- it was close to the Republic (not his enemies, not his friends) and Sith Empire V2 (not his friends, sort of his enemy). The Sith had a foothold here more than the Republic. Influence was key, after all.
He much preferred his way of living, which, was, not much at all really anymore. He was alive, sure, but he wasn't living. He did his best work, he did his best living on the fringes of space and on Empires. And... well. D'Qar was a.... world. It had little use for outlaws. Even less like of them. But plenty like of their money. The whole place was hoity-toity. He arrived at the spaceport hours ago, and with his hands stuffed in his red jacket, made his way around the planet. Boredly. His meeting wasn't until tomorrow, which he'd probably give them the few million credits they wanted, whether the idea was good or not. He just didn't care much anymore.
Everything felt vapid and empty. His life was boring, safe, sanitized, clean. He stopped near a shop window, staring at his reflection. Sure. He still had the gear and the guns, but he wasn't the same man as he once was. Washed up. Lost his money. Lost his edge. No wars to fight. No heists. No spurned loves to run away from. Just him, his big bank account, and the tyrannous stars of fate that befell him with riches beyond comprehension, yet emptiness beyond reason.
It was so... boring.
D'Qar, however, would prove Nej wrong... and someone else was here. Someone that the Sith-aligned political parties and reward-hungry folks would be happy for. And Nej was about to run into-
Kitt Solo
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