Post by Darth Lucifer on Jun 19, 2016 20:23:52 GMT
Zygerria. For millennia the coyote-like Zygerrians were feared across the Galaxy as prolific slavers. The Old Republic ultimately made a brutal example of the planet when it first began to enforce its anti-slavery laws. This incident left the natives with a fierce hatred for both the Republic and the Jedi, who had spear-headed the operation. The slave-based economy resurged under the Confederacy of Independent Systems and, to the Zygerrians’ delighted surprise, the Empire showed no interest in ending it. With Zsinj’s death, however, the New Republic followed the Old’s example and shut down the Zygerrian Slavers’ Guild for a second and final time. The Zygerrians dithered for some time before ultimately deciding to join the Obsidian Union and, indeed, were one of the last planets in Greater Stygia to do so. While the Zygerrians hated the Jedi and Galactic Alliance, the Union’s anti-slavery protocols were no less strict than those of their GA counter-parts. What ultimately won them over was that the Union had a *much* more laissez-faire attitude towards what had historically been Zygerria’s second largest economic sector: gambling. Today Zygerria is the biggest podracing destination outside Hutt space.
It was partly this which had drawn the T'surr, Mimus to Zygerria. Low on funds he had been told to meet a contact if he was interested, a native called Zam Turell there who had a rather risky job but well paid...if they managed to pull it off. He was contacted due to a reputation of keeping his word, albeit he was rude, he was known to be a good thief and enforcer. Prone to beating his enemies to death for the most part. He and his gungan...slave for lack of a better word sat waiting for an hour before he turned up.
He was already getting strange looks, mostly at the gungan beside him. Slaves had once been commonplace here, yet now they were scarce or none at all due to strict Union laws which the planet abided by. In it's place gambling took over. The red headed being took a seat beside him and ordered a drink, not looking to draw more attention than necessary.
''So I see you made it Mimus. Glad you did, we need muscle and skill for this job...the type only you can provide. You see I heard a big shipment of credits is being moved from a famed gambling den here...the 'Piggy Bank' it's called and the credits are headed to the central reserve. They decided to ship it out by hand as they guy in charge don't trust electronics. Which makes it easy pickings for us.
Security is a elite 10 man squad, mostly private security. Mercs and that sort who are gun-ho and trigger happy. I'll take you to the guy with the plan but first need to know if ya interested. Pay is 1 million creds if we succeed...so a big payday for all.''