Sabrino Foundation Tower
New Vertica
Nar Shaddaa
Estro Sabrino stood in the penthouse suite in the tower he had managed to secure for himself on Nar Shadda. He was still quite wealthy from the Union's exploits despite its implosion as he was the only one with access to various accounts and assets his brainchild had built up before the power struggle had started. It was all he had left in all honesty and money was little comfort when he hungered for the power he wielded when he was Chairman of the Union. However the recent Cree'ar crisis and Reaver antics was something that few could dismiss. Nar Shaddaa was already a heavily overpopulated world of some 85 billion beings. The flood of refugees was only increasing that number as many fled into the perceived safety of Hutt Space.
The problem with that is expecting the Hutts to protect anyone or anything that they don't personally own or control. Plurga Desilijic Tiure has admittedly been of use to me but he fled back to Nal Hutta to consolidate his own holdings when the power struggle started...
Sabrino turned his head up towards the sky to look at Nal Hutta while it was still in view. To think that Nar Shadda would be so beholden to such a vile and underpopulated planet. A man with the right effort and ambition could easily throw the Hutts off of Nar Shaddaa. The lawless world was ruled by organized crime but Sabrino knew how to get such individuals in line. Already he had been sending out feelers, examining Nar Shaddaa's power structure like an Admiral planning an attack. It made him feel alive again even as he turned to find the door opening and a haggard looking man was lead in by a pair of Sabrino's black clad bodyguards.
"I... I thank you for seein' me Mister Sabrino. I know your a busy man and all but your the only one helping anyone on this rock who ain't seemin' to be tryin' to clap us in chains as slaves... My name is Jaabo Vith. I'm here representing the Coruscant refugees," Vith said as he looks down at the floor.
Sabrino watched the man closely but simply smiled as he approached him and put his hand on his shoulder to guide him over to the center of the chamber to offer him a seat and refreshments. He'd become a beacon of refugee aid on Nar Shaddaa since the various crime syndicates preferred to prey on the refugees. Already new gangs were forming out of the influx of Diasporas from various worlds hit by the Cree'ar or Reavers. Sabrino had skillfully maneuvered to appear as their savior, putting his funds and shell companies to use in aiding the refugee efforts. It was a slow process but it also made enemies and his apparent philanthropy has lead to multiple assassination attempts from the local crime syndicates. Sabrino answered each attempt with a more vicious and successful assassination as he had people practically willing to throw their lives away for him thanks to his assistance.
"So, Jaabo, how can I help your people?" Sabrino said after pouring himself a glass of water.
"Well, sir, the Vertica Jakkas are trying to hit us up for protection money. We told them we're under your protection. They just laughed it off and told us that turf belongs to For'gudo the Hutt," Vith said indignantly as he clenched his fists a little.
"Ah yes, For'gudo still hasn't gotten the message not to bother you. Well that's most unfortunate. I'll see what I can do but really my funds are becoming strained, you and the others know this," Sabrino said with practiced frown.
Currently the Sabrino Foundation, his main front he operated behind on Nar Shaddaa, had been doing all it could to aid refugees which included employing them in Foundation companies on Nar Shaddaa. Recently though Sabrino had put out the word to make the Foundation seem strained which was true on some level. But he wanted it to seem more severe so as to stoke the hatred of the refugees and poor for the various crime syndicates on Nar Shaddaa that seemed to be blatantly bleeding the Foundation of resources and manpower with their efforts. Already there were grumblings of injustices and anger. The angst and apathy of Nar Shaddaa could only swallow up its poor and oppressed masses for so long and generally would have still done so save for one small detail. There were new players in the game. The refugees. People from cultures and worlds all over the galaxy had ended up fleeing to the Vertical City. The crime lords of Nar Shaddaa, used to the complacency of the world's denizens suddenly had to deal with much more spirited resistance. People from the all sorts of governments and ideals refused to back down against them and so gang wars were building up.
"I know, I'm sorry to even have to come here. You've done so much for us already. My people are grateful for the water filtration units and recyclers. Its made life a bit easier for us. But we need something more... we need weapons..." Vith said grimly as he looks at Sabrino with determination. "I've heard you've given guns to other refugees. That you're encouraging them to form up militias that answer to you alone... Give us weapons and we'll form one as well. We'll help you take over New Vertica and push out all those damn crooks!"
Sabrino looked almost taken aback by Vith's final outburst. Another practiced reaction to seem more innocent than he truly ever was. It was all part of the his plan. Militias of angry refugees were forming. Clusters of the poor and dispossessed were joining said militias and helping them to take over their neighborhoods. Nar Shaddaa was slowly turning against its criminal overlords.
The tipping point is almost here. This world is not ready yet but soon it will be. The downtrodden are finally tired of the syndicates using and abusing them. The refugees are fueling this sense of injustice with their various backgrounds and refusals to be quelled by the criminals. It will be war soon, Nar Shaddaa will be engulfed by the enraged population. I only need a few more militias in place, and then someone needs to die. We need a martyr...
One Week Later
New Vertica
Corellian Refugee District
"People hear me! Are you not tired of the gangs spitting upon you! Are you not tired of the criminal scum beating you up and taking what little you have?" Shouted a young man who stood upon an empty rations crate. He looked bruised and beaten but still held himself proudly in his tattered outfit that showed he was definitely a refugee. He had a blaster pistol at his side and wore and armband with the crest of Corellia that had been used to represent the world on star charts for millenia.
A crowd was gathered around him, listening to him and some shouting out their agreement. Many more were armed as well also bearing the emblems as well denoting them all as members of the Corellian Militia that had formed recently. There were still weapons crates laying around empty with no markings. There was no need to know who had provided the weapons though, like other Refugee districts, the Corellian District enjoyed the patronage of Estro Sabrino. Many viewed it as a miracle that there was one man with wealth on Nar Shaddaa who wanted to help others. All Sabrino asked for was service instead of slavery. Every refugee militia formed so far had sworn themselves to Sabrino's protection. Locals were joining the militias as well when they saw them pushing out the abusive local gangs.
"The Cree'ar seize our worlds! The Reavers prey upon us all, spreading like a disease! The crimelords of this world treat us as slaves! But this is not their world, they care nothing for it! We are just things to them, to be used and discarded as if we were droids or tools! Do you want that?" Cried out the young man.
"NO!" Roared the crowd loudly this time.
"Then stand with me! We must fight back! Push them out of our districts! This is OUR home, not theirs! Whose with me?" Shouted the young man as he holds his arms out.
"We are! Ruthal! Ruthal! Ruthal!"
The young man, apparently Ruthal, takes in the cries before nodding and jumped down to start mingling with the crowd and talking with them. There was much muttering and demands for justice, for law, for someone to do something about all the vicious crime.
Leaning back in the shadows of an alley, a man ignited a cigar and puffed on it casually as he watched the entire display. He carried himself with the assured manner of a man who'd killed before and wouldn't mind doing it again. Deraggo had been out of work for a time but it seems his old boss, Estro Sabrino, still had cash to keep him on as a retainer. Wasn't too bad a job either. He got to kill plenty and have his fun. Now though he was doing recon, looking for someone for Sabrino to use as a rallying voice to push for what he called a 'tipping point' situation. Deraggo pulled out his comm unit and tapped it for an image of Estro Sabrino standing before him on the disk in his hand.
"What is it, Deraggo? I have five more meetings with refugee militias today. Make it quick, please," Sabrino said calmly as he looked towards his servant.
"Boss, I think we found that firebrand you wanted. Real loud-mouth, but he's got his people listening. Hell I think I see people from other militias over here who'd heard about him. Real 'man of the people' feel to him too. Gives you a real warm feeling just listening to him rant. I'll send you the recording I made and see what you think," Deraggo said with a chuckle.
"Excellent. I'll review it. Return to the tower for now. I have another assignment for you while I think about this young man," Sabrino said before his image faded away as the connection cut.
"Sounds like I get to make someone go sight-seeing over a railing again, how I love this job," Deraggo said with cruel grin as he turns to walk away and vanish further into the shadows of the alleyway.
New Vertica
Nar Shaddaa
Estro Sabrino stood in the penthouse suite in the tower he had managed to secure for himself on Nar Shadda. He was still quite wealthy from the Union's exploits despite its implosion as he was the only one with access to various accounts and assets his brainchild had built up before the power struggle had started. It was all he had left in all honesty and money was little comfort when he hungered for the power he wielded when he was Chairman of the Union. However the recent Cree'ar crisis and Reaver antics was something that few could dismiss. Nar Shaddaa was already a heavily overpopulated world of some 85 billion beings. The flood of refugees was only increasing that number as many fled into the perceived safety of Hutt Space.
The problem with that is expecting the Hutts to protect anyone or anything that they don't personally own or control. Plurga Desilijic Tiure has admittedly been of use to me but he fled back to Nal Hutta to consolidate his own holdings when the power struggle started...
Sabrino turned his head up towards the sky to look at Nal Hutta while it was still in view. To think that Nar Shadda would be so beholden to such a vile and underpopulated planet. A man with the right effort and ambition could easily throw the Hutts off of Nar Shaddaa. The lawless world was ruled by organized crime but Sabrino knew how to get such individuals in line. Already he had been sending out feelers, examining Nar Shaddaa's power structure like an Admiral planning an attack. It made him feel alive again even as he turned to find the door opening and a haggard looking man was lead in by a pair of Sabrino's black clad bodyguards.
"I... I thank you for seein' me Mister Sabrino. I know your a busy man and all but your the only one helping anyone on this rock who ain't seemin' to be tryin' to clap us in chains as slaves... My name is Jaabo Vith. I'm here representing the Coruscant refugees," Vith said as he looks down at the floor.
Sabrino watched the man closely but simply smiled as he approached him and put his hand on his shoulder to guide him over to the center of the chamber to offer him a seat and refreshments. He'd become a beacon of refugee aid on Nar Shaddaa since the various crime syndicates preferred to prey on the refugees. Already new gangs were forming out of the influx of Diasporas from various worlds hit by the Cree'ar or Reavers. Sabrino had skillfully maneuvered to appear as their savior, putting his funds and shell companies to use in aiding the refugee efforts. It was a slow process but it also made enemies and his apparent philanthropy has lead to multiple assassination attempts from the local crime syndicates. Sabrino answered each attempt with a more vicious and successful assassination as he had people practically willing to throw their lives away for him thanks to his assistance.
"So, Jaabo, how can I help your people?" Sabrino said after pouring himself a glass of water.
"Well, sir, the Vertica Jakkas are trying to hit us up for protection money. We told them we're under your protection. They just laughed it off and told us that turf belongs to For'gudo the Hutt," Vith said indignantly as he clenched his fists a little.
"Ah yes, For'gudo still hasn't gotten the message not to bother you. Well that's most unfortunate. I'll see what I can do but really my funds are becoming strained, you and the others know this," Sabrino said with practiced frown.
Currently the Sabrino Foundation, his main front he operated behind on Nar Shaddaa, had been doing all it could to aid refugees which included employing them in Foundation companies on Nar Shaddaa. Recently though Sabrino had put out the word to make the Foundation seem strained which was true on some level. But he wanted it to seem more severe so as to stoke the hatred of the refugees and poor for the various crime syndicates on Nar Shaddaa that seemed to be blatantly bleeding the Foundation of resources and manpower with their efforts. Already there were grumblings of injustices and anger. The angst and apathy of Nar Shaddaa could only swallow up its poor and oppressed masses for so long and generally would have still done so save for one small detail. There were new players in the game. The refugees. People from cultures and worlds all over the galaxy had ended up fleeing to the Vertical City. The crime lords of Nar Shaddaa, used to the complacency of the world's denizens suddenly had to deal with much more spirited resistance. People from the all sorts of governments and ideals refused to back down against them and so gang wars were building up.
"I know, I'm sorry to even have to come here. You've done so much for us already. My people are grateful for the water filtration units and recyclers. Its made life a bit easier for us. But we need something more... we need weapons..." Vith said grimly as he looks at Sabrino with determination. "I've heard you've given guns to other refugees. That you're encouraging them to form up militias that answer to you alone... Give us weapons and we'll form one as well. We'll help you take over New Vertica and push out all those damn crooks!"
Sabrino looked almost taken aback by Vith's final outburst. Another practiced reaction to seem more innocent than he truly ever was. It was all part of the his plan. Militias of angry refugees were forming. Clusters of the poor and dispossessed were joining said militias and helping them to take over their neighborhoods. Nar Shaddaa was slowly turning against its criminal overlords.
The tipping point is almost here. This world is not ready yet but soon it will be. The downtrodden are finally tired of the syndicates using and abusing them. The refugees are fueling this sense of injustice with their various backgrounds and refusals to be quelled by the criminals. It will be war soon, Nar Shaddaa will be engulfed by the enraged population. I only need a few more militias in place, and then someone needs to die. We need a martyr...
One Week Later
New Vertica
Corellian Refugee District
"People hear me! Are you not tired of the gangs spitting upon you! Are you not tired of the criminal scum beating you up and taking what little you have?" Shouted a young man who stood upon an empty rations crate. He looked bruised and beaten but still held himself proudly in his tattered outfit that showed he was definitely a refugee. He had a blaster pistol at his side and wore and armband with the crest of Corellia that had been used to represent the world on star charts for millenia.
A crowd was gathered around him, listening to him and some shouting out their agreement. Many more were armed as well also bearing the emblems as well denoting them all as members of the Corellian Militia that had formed recently. There were still weapons crates laying around empty with no markings. There was no need to know who had provided the weapons though, like other Refugee districts, the Corellian District enjoyed the patronage of Estro Sabrino. Many viewed it as a miracle that there was one man with wealth on Nar Shaddaa who wanted to help others. All Sabrino asked for was service instead of slavery. Every refugee militia formed so far had sworn themselves to Sabrino's protection. Locals were joining the militias as well when they saw them pushing out the abusive local gangs.
"The Cree'ar seize our worlds! The Reavers prey upon us all, spreading like a disease! The crimelords of this world treat us as slaves! But this is not their world, they care nothing for it! We are just things to them, to be used and discarded as if we were droids or tools! Do you want that?" Cried out the young man.
"NO!" Roared the crowd loudly this time.
"Then stand with me! We must fight back! Push them out of our districts! This is OUR home, not theirs! Whose with me?" Shouted the young man as he holds his arms out.
"We are! Ruthal! Ruthal! Ruthal!"
The young man, apparently Ruthal, takes in the cries before nodding and jumped down to start mingling with the crowd and talking with them. There was much muttering and demands for justice, for law, for someone to do something about all the vicious crime.
Leaning back in the shadows of an alley, a man ignited a cigar and puffed on it casually as he watched the entire display. He carried himself with the assured manner of a man who'd killed before and wouldn't mind doing it again. Deraggo had been out of work for a time but it seems his old boss, Estro Sabrino, still had cash to keep him on as a retainer. Wasn't too bad a job either. He got to kill plenty and have his fun. Now though he was doing recon, looking for someone for Sabrino to use as a rallying voice to push for what he called a 'tipping point' situation. Deraggo pulled out his comm unit and tapped it for an image of Estro Sabrino standing before him on the disk in his hand.
"What is it, Deraggo? I have five more meetings with refugee militias today. Make it quick, please," Sabrino said calmly as he looked towards his servant.
"Boss, I think we found that firebrand you wanted. Real loud-mouth, but he's got his people listening. Hell I think I see people from other militias over here who'd heard about him. Real 'man of the people' feel to him too. Gives you a real warm feeling just listening to him rant. I'll send you the recording I made and see what you think," Deraggo said with a chuckle.
"Excellent. I'll review it. Return to the tower for now. I have another assignment for you while I think about this young man," Sabrino said before his image faded away as the connection cut.
"Sounds like I get to make someone go sight-seeing over a railing again, how I love this job," Deraggo said with cruel grin as he turns to walk away and vanish further into the shadows of the alleyway.