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baalsIt wasn't easy to establish himself in an entirely different galaxy. He spent years simply learning of the worlds, factions, languages and cultures. It was dull work but important if he was to be successful. This galaxy was already at war when he found himself marooned here. War breeds opportunity.
Near the war's end, he took his opportunity. He started out in the distant planets, furthest from the New Republic's reach. The planet he chose to make his home still had some Empire holdouts clinging desperately to power. They were quickly dealt with with an added bonus of gaining the praise and trust of this little world. In turn, he urged them to govern themselves but he would gladly solve disputes and offer advice. On the surface, his new little world ran itself. Under the surface he controlled everything else. Call it the cleanest criminal empire.
He receded from view, becoming more of a story. It's oh so easy to construct a Godly persona after all. He began posing as he own right hand man. 'Ba'al' was rarely seen and often cloaked. Meanwhile, Mister Haddad saw to running things.
Today, Mister Haddad is over-seeing the running of one of the higher class bars. He's there because of reports of a rival crime faction attempting to horn in. Sending their men in to cause disturbances and damage.
He mingles with the patrons, subtly keeping watch. Keeping an air of important but not too important about himself.
If they try something today, he's ready to sent a message.
Near the war's end, he took his opportunity. He started out in the distant planets, furthest from the New Republic's reach. The planet he chose to make his home still had some Empire holdouts clinging desperately to power. They were quickly dealt with with an added bonus of gaining the praise and trust of this little world. In turn, he urged them to govern themselves but he would gladly solve disputes and offer advice. On the surface, his new little world ran itself. Under the surface he controlled everything else. Call it the cleanest criminal empire.
He receded from view, becoming more of a story. It's oh so easy to construct a Godly persona after all. He began posing as he own right hand man. 'Ba'al' was rarely seen and often cloaked. Meanwhile, Mister Haddad saw to running things.
Today, Mister Haddad is over-seeing the running of one of the higher class bars. He's there because of reports of a rival crime faction attempting to horn in. Sending their men in to cause disturbances and damage.
He mingles with the patrons, subtly keeping watch. Keeping an air of important but not too important about himself.
If they try something today, he's ready to sent a message.
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Date: 2016-12-17 01:20 am (UTC)Ba'al eyes him skeptically as he explains where the money comes from. "That doesn't explain what you expect in return," he presses. While he would just like to hear Sinjir say it - he's not a hundred percent convinced this is a recreational visit. Sinjir is too cunning to take at face value.
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Date: 2017-01-24 01:46 am (UTC)He leans back against the bedpost.
"Of course, you don't have to use it." It would rankle to offer something like this and be rejected, but Sinjir's pride is pretty flexible and used to being punctured. He'll get over it.
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Date: 2017-01-31 02:19 am (UTC)"I am pleased to see you again though I am somewhat suspicious, as you can tell." Ba'al opts for honesty, a show of respect to Sinjir's abilities. "I doubt there will be a time when I am not suspicious. So, let us focus on what you would like from this visit? "
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Date: 2017-02-16 02:51 am (UTC)"Isn't it obvious?" He'd sort of wished it was. He straightens up, lifts his chin, trying very hard to keep his body language from curling quiet and defensive and protective in on itself. He takes a breath. "I'd like to be ruined. Please and thank you."