“We found out a bit Captain. Turns out the blood feud hasn’t died.”

Zeril swore in Huttese, carefully running his index finger down the side of the naked pink Twi’lek girl to his left, who lazily slept after their session. The other woman returned, placing the scotch in his hands and taking a moment to suck on his free index finger, before moving off to the sonic-shower. Stifling a groan at not being able to caress that beautiful blue body, he instead focussed on what this new information meant. If the other Lords are still fighting, then it's going to be nearly impossible for me to consolidate my power, especially if my rivals are continuously destroying the districts I want to invest in. Zeril knew well that some of the other Lords tended to pay extreme well for there thugs, which meant that his network would be slim, if not deteriorating from his rivals efforts. It also meant that any of his illegal activities would be equally illegal—since they infringed on the other crime lords profits on Tatooine.

Still, it was a big planet. Leisurely, Zeril brought his index finger back up the naked woman’s body, pausing at her hip when she stirred ever so gently in her sleep. Once she settled, he spared a smile, then continued to caress the naked flesh.

“That’s no matter. Most of our profits aren’t in this system anyway, so I’m not going to trouble myself with Tatooine. Thank you gentlemen, I took the liberty of having entertainment delivered to your room.” That brought a smile from the two men, who excused themselves to hurry to their own rooms. After two days of drinking and listening, they were eager for some rest and relaxation.

“Is all the business done?” The sleepy Twi’lek whispered.

“Not quite, you see, I’m hungry...”

“Well come eat big boy...” She cooed.