Xu Hsac
Herald of the Scorekeeper Xu Hsac (a.k.a. Herald)
Mental characteristics
Education
Clan Hsac Slave Pens Comp
The Holonet University
Employment
Shadow-Hunt Emporium
Private Contractor
Smuggler / Lover / Jedi-To-Be / Artist / Forger / Fathier Racer / Pilot / Slaver / Statuette Appreciator / Pre-Jedi Erotic Mandalorian Art Collector
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Alignment
Lawful Neutral
Honorary & Occupational Titles
Herald of the Scorekeeper
Mouth of Hsac
Ghost of Hsac
Age
33
Date of Birth
Red Crescent Hunt Season / Sluggers Moon / 51BBY
Birthplace
Dorin
Children
Current Residence
*UNKNOWN*
Gender
Male
Eyes
N/A
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Orange
Height
6"
Weight
84lb
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AD4M: The Kanteros Connection
Plumes rippled and danced off the amber sun as slowly the heat and radiation was contorted and drawn into the complex energy siphon that channelled into the Kanteros Tri-Solar Station. Resting between three suns the station was a marvel of engineering whose design and complexity had long been lost to the galaxy. This did not stop its exploitation however and at its careful position it operated as an elegant hub between the Hutts, The Syndicate and the Empire as franchises from each of the powers ran branches that engaged in over board and underhanded arrangements for their betterment all under the guise of buying and selling the energy cells. On the Commercial Deck the Savarian looked proudly at Chalon studying the elegant dance as the fiery plumes tapered towards that stations siphons.
His dark skin elegantly tailored into the simple finery that he wore; a silken shirt on Onderonian design and an elegant waistcoat inlaid with symbolism from his home planet. His rich brown eyes followed the movement of the fire as it came and waltzed along the sun dancing towards the siphons where it shifted through elaborate mechanisms of the stations arms. He barely noticed as the Rodian approached him.
"Mr. Savarian, Counsellor Mon will see you now." The Savarian turned with a wry smile. "Fascinating isn't it, that we made a station as great as this and forgot how we did it?"
As the Savarian turned the Rodian Kan-Sec officer looked curiously at him before removing a hand from his rifle to gesture for the older human to follow. He spoke in a heavier tone than expected, stressing syllables as if some strange vocal practice to overcome the loose buggy authority that his people were often left with.
"Less so every day. The Committee has approved the release of a new study by the esteemed Selkath professor Bo Rassa on the stations operation. Several plans are even underway for further research projects proposed by our newly energised Imperial friends." There was a lilt as he said friends as if even walking behind the Rodian he could hear a purse of the lips, a rehearsed faint, a masking of his corporate lie.
The Savarian chuckled slightly "No doubt accessing these will come at a modest fee as well. Yet still the studies so far only show what we know which as I understand is the sum total of what we have been able to repair and what has happened when our repair efforts failed. What if we could truly understand how to create such megastructures, to make entire moons of our own design."
The Rodian didn't reply, instead flickering his eyes along a blue hololist that emerged from a cybernetic installation above his left eye. He was dark skinned in an amber outfit that branched formality with a streetwise flair. Every Kan-Sec officer was cybernetically augmented with a system that identified known trouble makers, dignitaries and individuals in need of a summons to the various bureaucratic titans of the station, the Savarian had noticed the cybernetics flaring when he arrived. Affixed to the uniform a Huttese C43 Revolver rested on his side beside a stun baton, the same used in the spice mines of Kessel to 'motivate' slaves, but most notable was the blaster rifle held in his grip. The rifle he could recognise anywhere DC-15A blaster rifle. Clone standard issue. Kan-Sec must have bought the surplus.
Even with the get up Kan-Sec wasn't alone on the station however and as they passed through the imperial sector, often called "Shadow Ward" for the almost prison-like security present, Stormtroopers could be seen imposing a new layer of order. "Aiding" the Kan-Sec officers in interrogations and pulling aside more dubious shoppers for spot-checks and ID scans. Checkpoints had been erected at the entrances to the sector where stormtroopers gave quick scans of those passing in. The Savarian glanced at his guide as they approached eliciting a slight smile from the Rodian who tapped a button on his wrist-console deactivating a beam beside the scanners allowing the pair to pass uninterrupted. Imperial eyes watched them as they moved with a bitter note, one officer took a half step forward before another stopped him and muttered something into his ear. The Savarian's glanced back only to see the officer smile as he locked eyes with their unwelcome guests.
"Don't worry, it's show, the committee hold real power here, the extra security the Empire has brought in won't stop you with me. Not unless they want to find their security privileges revoked" the Rodian commented as he felt the Savarian's focus shifting. It was hard to tell if he believed what he was saying, certainly within the sector it seemed as though the stormtroopers held the real power but at the same time Kan-Sec was only their as a token reminder of their authority, whether that was the choice of the station or the empire was the real question, a question that hid in the whispering hums of the station itself.
The Savarian's eye's scanned across the district. As much as the security had kept lowlifes out it was clear this district wasn't thriving as it use to. Shops had reorganised to hide shelfs that lacked goods and several had converted themselves entirely to customer facing offices. The largest of these was the Imperial Energy Company where several ship captains could be seen 'negotiating' contracts to hall the highly coveted energy cells to the assorted imperial planets and hideaways that needed them.
After the Imperial sector came the Syndicate's sector often called "Junk Town" for its open distribution of spice. Kan-Sec was alone in maintaining 'order' here but his Rodian guard stopped him before they advanced any further. "This lift will take us up" he remarked gesturing to a turbolift that opened before them. Within the lift a protocol droid had been built into the walls which surged to life as they entered.
"Captain Ronik and - Scanning - Mr. Savarian. Are you travelling together today?"
The Captain replied in huttese, the faux authority of his tone decaying into the instinctive barbarity of the language. "Yes. Take us to the Committee chambers with no stops and alert Counsellor Mon we are near."
"Of course Captain, I shall send a message as we travel, would you like music on your jour-?" the droid replied in Huttesse.
"No." The Captain said abruptly stopping the droid before it could finish and issuing it into activation as the lift slowly began to move up.
It was a different view of the station as the lift slowly rose revealing the many tiers from an inside view. Kanteros was cylindrical in nature with a hollow interior and no base allowing the void of space to gently woft in its center. On special occasions the Committee was said to allow fights to take place in that void where reckless mercenaries could fight with the aid of propulsion devices, dodging the sporadic release of excess energy bolts that flew from one sector to another.
At the lower levels of the station was the docking bay and drive yards which produced not only Kanteros Company Haulers but also retrofitted and repaired those ships that arrived for that purpose. Above that was the maintenance wings that managed the assorted needs of the station from gravity to oxygen. Above that rested the headquarters of Kan-Sec and Kan-Cor the security and engineering corps of the station who fulfilled nearly all staff roles. Then came the commercial district where the assorted 'parties' had their seats of power. Above which corresponded their part of the residential district. Then finally came the two districts that were no rings but full circles. First the bureaucratic sector which managed the various needs of the station including the highly sought after Energy Trading Licenses and finally the Committee chambers on the top floor where the Savarian emerged.
The Committee lived in quite different conditions. Elegant red carpets traced along the floors as gilded gold framed the Wroshyr wood slats along the walls. Art from across the galaxy fixed the walls depicting famous events, characters and moments of history in the circular corridor that led to each committee members office and living quarters. Tiles along the roof had been carefully placed to conceal the turrets that could be swiftly deployed in the event of hostility yet not so much that a trained eye could not spot them. It was hard to tell if this was a purposeful fault or not amidst the lavish stylings of their surroundings. Eventually the Savarian reached the chambers of the CCO, the Chief Comercial Officer of the Kanteros Tri-Solar Station.
The Rodian tapped his wrist on the pad outside which shifted colour to an amber for several moments before turning green as the door slid open and the pair stepped inside.
The room itself matched the outsides opulence. To the eastern wall was a water feature featuring styles from both Quarren, Mon Cala, Nautolan and even Karkaradon cultures with what appeared as beautiful aspects and relics taken from each planet adding to its beauty. On the west was an elegant assortment of weapons from cultures across the world marked the walls centred around an intricate blade with deep cut runes resting above a round bronze shield of similar design. At the center was the desk of the CCO himself that was dwarfed by the Chevin Buula Mon that stood emerged from the double doors behind it which snapped shut as quickly as they opened hiding his private chambers from the Savarian's prying eyes.
"Savarian. A pleasure." The Chevin said placing an honorary hand to their chest in respect.
The Savarian echoed the gesture moving to the chair opposite it to sit down "Counsellor Mon, the pleasure is all mine."
The Chevin didn't look up to the gesutre instead standing behind his desk and flicking his fingers causing a chair to slowly rise from the floor allowing him an eased seating position which quickly then raised to match the Savarians eyeline.
"Captain Ronik, return to your duties, I doubt I shall have need of you."
The Rodian gave a cursory bow before leaving as Mon continued.
"I will not lie to you Savarian, when I saw your proposal I was confused why it was on my desk. A farming settlement on Alderaan is far below my pay grade. But a farming settlement that wishes for the annual consumption of a small Starfleet. That is something far more interesting. May I ask the reason for your high demand?" The Chevin's fingers tapped at a console on the armrest of his levitating chair that produced a holo console displaying data of the order before him.
The Savarian unbuckled his jacket relaxing into the chair "Well farming is a demanded trade these days, half the galaxy need food just as much as the other half need credits, credits that I assure you I am more than willing to spend."
Mon raised a weary eyebrow "And how does a farmer with one field and two droids have the kind of money that would make either half of the galaxy interested in him?"
A smile crept across the Savarians lips "I don't believe I ever said that farming was my only pursuit."
The Counsellor pressed his fingers against each other tapping their tips in a wave like rhythm allowing a paused silence to fill the room as his eyes glanced between the data before him and the figure in his room. "Why have I never heard of you Savarian?"
"I'm good at my job"
"No one is that good."
The Savarian placed a small chit on the table drawing the gaze of the Chevin.
"How much?"
"Our first shipment."
"Anyone can get 100,000 credits. That is not the same as having a sustained income, if you want a years supply I will need guarantees we will receive our monthly fee."
"I don't believe we agreed on a price."
The Counsellor chuckled "And now you tell me you wish to pay less."
The Savarian's smile now expanded to reveal his florescent teeth as he pushed the chit forward. "Check it."
Mon raised an eyebrow, his lips pursing slightly as he chewed at an absent mouthful. Finally he clicked his fingers and a small droids clicked to life on his desk and bungled over to the chit taking it and inserting it into its own chest. "Scanning. Credit Chit. No Virus. No Malware. Reading. 1,500,000 credits."
The Counsellor's eyes shot open "Repeat that."
The Savarian raised a hand "The droid is right, our first shipment will be a years supply. I will come to pay for the next shipment next year and so on and so forth. Each time with a single chit in person and each time directly to you. After all we don't want that extra donation to go amiss do we?"
Mon smirked clicking again as the tiny droid removed the chit from its chest and brought it over to him passing the small distance with a tiny propeller that emerged from its head compartment.
"I imagine Lord Antilles must be quite excited by this project to allow so many energy cells to arrive on his vassals ground."
"Oh he is most delighted as I'm sure is his charming new wife but I would prefer this arrangement go through an intermediary for everyone's ease of passage. His name is Garin Caspi on Vardania I believe your agents can find him."
Mon smiled his sharp teeth peeking out from the heavy leathery lips. "We do business with his great-uncle, but I imagine this is not business to bother him with either."
"Naturally" The Savarian said with a smile.
"Then assuming this arrangement shall, like so much unfortunate trade, fail to find our books in a clear and above board manner I need only one more thing from you."
"Manticore." The Savarian replied.
Mon looked curiously at the Savarian "So our passcode is set, alert your friend on Vardania mine shall reach out soon." The Chevin remarked as his chair slowly lowered him into a stand before locking onto the floor.
"You know the way out" he added turning away.
The Savarian stood from his chair watching as the CCO returned to his private quarters.
"Manticore is underway" he communicated through his holocom.
"Roger Roger." echoed back.
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