Renegade Rodian
KESSEL
SPICE MINE T44
[member="Coratanni Cartel"]
Tytos did not like sharing. He especially did not like sharing revenue from the little smuggling circuit Helix Syndicate had set up some years ago. It did not look good in his bookkeeping, not when a new contract could be negotiated with better terms. That incompetent feline - Thengil Ri'whatever - had sold over the entire growing operation to one Lord Fa. The whole point of the pact was that all three of the groups were beholden to one another. Syndicate for sales, the cat for growing, the bird for moving. Now more money was going to Fa and the Syndicate had been snubbed, continually, for the entire operating history of the route.
Time to trim the fat. Start fresh someplace new.
There wouldn't be a warning. The Syndicate cut itself out of the picture. None of their contacts would be buying from Fa Holdings any more. A minor inconvenience most likely. Fa could find others if he put his mind to it. That wasn't the point.
The Syndicate owned a majority of the spice mines in Kessel's northern hemisphere. Manufacturing droids to staff them was still ongoing, as was planning the stage at which each mine would be activated. Only a fool started production without having a place to sell charted out first. Now the Syndicate was the grower, and instead of relying on a third party for transport, they would sell directly to the Coratanni, who would manufacture a usable drug of one kind or another out of the materials. That was the general idea, anyway. Maybe the cartel had different ideas. Tytos would be glad to hear them, and so arranged himself on the landing pad of mine T44 (one of the nicer ones, most recently refurbished but not yet operational), waiting for the arrival of their appointed representative.
It would probably be a child.
SPICE MINE T44
[member="Coratanni Cartel"]
Tytos did not like sharing. He especially did not like sharing revenue from the little smuggling circuit Helix Syndicate had set up some years ago. It did not look good in his bookkeeping, not when a new contract could be negotiated with better terms. That incompetent feline - Thengil Ri'whatever - had sold over the entire growing operation to one Lord Fa. The whole point of the pact was that all three of the groups were beholden to one another. Syndicate for sales, the cat for growing, the bird for moving. Now more money was going to Fa and the Syndicate had been snubbed, continually, for the entire operating history of the route.
Time to trim the fat. Start fresh someplace new.
There wouldn't be a warning. The Syndicate cut itself out of the picture. None of their contacts would be buying from Fa Holdings any more. A minor inconvenience most likely. Fa could find others if he put his mind to it. That wasn't the point.
The Syndicate owned a majority of the spice mines in Kessel's northern hemisphere. Manufacturing droids to staff them was still ongoing, as was planning the stage at which each mine would be activated. Only a fool started production without having a place to sell charted out first. Now the Syndicate was the grower, and instead of relying on a third party for transport, they would sell directly to the Coratanni, who would manufacture a usable drug of one kind or another out of the materials. That was the general idea, anyway. Maybe the cartel had different ideas. Tytos would be glad to hear them, and so arranged himself on the landing pad of mine T44 (one of the nicer ones, most recently refurbished but not yet operational), waiting for the arrival of their appointed representative.
It would probably be a child.