Kraden Besco
Character
Few places were as out of the way and forgotten as the planet of Taris. Its greatest contribution to history was its devastation some thousands of years ago. Ever since then the city planet had seen various cycles of growth and recovery. It was finally starting to see some progress now, something that made it a hub for underworld activity. With so many people coming to the planet, it made for a host of easy marks for gangers and scum of all kinds. Something that certain businessmen could prey off of.
Kraden Besco was just such a predatory type. He didn't bloody his hands in the streets, but he knew plenty here on Taris would. So it was his duty to the people to arm those who needed defending, or so he would claim. Under that guise of selling self defense, he was able to set up a small shop in the lower city of the ecumenopolis. By day he would sell everything from armors to small blasters, all very legal of course. However, at night he could be found in the back alleys making deals with the gangs and malcontents who caused the very strife he made money off of. One hand would keep the people safe, the other would ensure business stayed profitable. After all, without the swoop gangs, there would be no need for self-defense!
Tonight would be no different, he would shutter the front of the building, and make his way out the back. There he would be met by several mercenaries whom he had hired to protect his interests. "Gentlemen, Let us find ourselves some marks!"
And like that, the stage was set for what would no doubt be a very eventful evening indeed...
Kraden Besco was just such a predatory type. He didn't bloody his hands in the streets, but he knew plenty here on Taris would. So it was his duty to the people to arm those who needed defending, or so he would claim. Under that guise of selling self defense, he was able to set up a small shop in the lower city of the ecumenopolis. By day he would sell everything from armors to small blasters, all very legal of course. However, at night he could be found in the back alleys making deals with the gangs and malcontents who caused the very strife he made money off of. One hand would keep the people safe, the other would ensure business stayed profitable. After all, without the swoop gangs, there would be no need for self-defense!
Tonight would be no different, he would shutter the front of the building, and make his way out the back. There he would be met by several mercenaries whom he had hired to protect his interests. "Gentlemen, Let us find ourselves some marks!"
And like that, the stage was set for what would no doubt be a very eventful evening indeed...