Irulan Al-Zahir
Sikarran Spice Princess
Planet: Corellia
Location: Luxury Penthouse
The Core Worlds. The most wealthiest region in all of the galaxy. If you were among the galaxy's elite this is where you would want to be. There was a slight perhaps jealousy from Irulan, as she looked outside of the glass in her apartment building. She herself was quite wealthy yes, but she was from the Mid-Rim. There was a difference in being from the Core and being wealthy. Chances are there could be many Core elites who would view her with contempt. Irulan however did not fully care, as she was here to meet a contact of hers. Coreilla offered her a chance to make a name for herself back home on Sikarra. Sikarrans had long desired to one day outshine Naboo as the jewel of the Mid-Rim. Yet presently, Naboo was the throneworld of the High Republic, a successor state to the various morally good factions that once dominated the inner regions of the galaxy. Of course nowadays, there were various antagonstic factions that surround the High Republic on all sides. Perhaps fortunately though, the Black Sun Syndicate has retreated from the galactic stage, allowing Irulan to help begin her operations.
Coreilla would be the first step. It is a densely populated world on the periphery of High Republic space. While an important world no doubt, Irulan surmised that High Republic authorities are more alert and focused on the Sith at their borders rather than looking inwards on their planets. The plan was simple. Irulan had made contact with
Eira Dyn
a woman whom was onboard with the idea of smuggling spice into Coreilla. From there the spice would be distributed to the lower classes, the homeless, the minor criminals. It was in hopes of getting them addicted, to crave more. Once the foundation of the planet was addicted, Irulan then can move spice further and further up the higher eschelons of society, until the planet itself would be addicted. Such a plan would make her a propesctive candidate for Queen in the next election once her mother dies. Irulan took a puff from her ornate pipe, blowing spice into the air as she waited for her contact.
Eira Dyn
Location: Luxury Penthouse
The Core Worlds. The most wealthiest region in all of the galaxy. If you were among the galaxy's elite this is where you would want to be. There was a slight perhaps jealousy from Irulan, as she looked outside of the glass in her apartment building. She herself was quite wealthy yes, but she was from the Mid-Rim. There was a difference in being from the Core and being wealthy. Chances are there could be many Core elites who would view her with contempt. Irulan however did not fully care, as she was here to meet a contact of hers. Coreilla offered her a chance to make a name for herself back home on Sikarra. Sikarrans had long desired to one day outshine Naboo as the jewel of the Mid-Rim. Yet presently, Naboo was the throneworld of the High Republic, a successor state to the various morally good factions that once dominated the inner regions of the galaxy. Of course nowadays, there were various antagonstic factions that surround the High Republic on all sides. Perhaps fortunately though, the Black Sun Syndicate has retreated from the galactic stage, allowing Irulan to help begin her operations.
Coreilla would be the first step. It is a densely populated world on the periphery of High Republic space. While an important world no doubt, Irulan surmised that High Republic authorities are more alert and focused on the Sith at their borders rather than looking inwards on their planets. The plan was simple. Irulan had made contact with
Eira Dyn
a woman whom was onboard with the idea of smuggling spice into Coreilla. From there the spice would be distributed to the lower classes, the homeless, the minor criminals. It was in hopes of getting them addicted, to crave more. Once the foundation of the planet was addicted, Irulan then can move spice further and further up the higher eschelons of society, until the planet itself would be addicted. Such a plan would make her a propesctive candidate for Queen in the next election once her mother dies. Irulan took a puff from her ornate pipe, blowing spice into the air as she waited for her contact.
Eira Dyn