Maveri-Corelda

Maveri sat in his office, overlooking the compound. Hundreds of miles away from the city, his Cartel was free to go and go as they pleased, shipping off cargo far and wide without intrusion. "Its not enough" he thought to himself. Maveri had the money, the influence, he had worked for years to crawl to the top. But he felt a strong displacement. It was the force, it grew more impatient, years had been spent with barely any contact with other force users and it was making him weak. Maveri thought back to legends of the old empire, both Jedi and Sith had long ago moved in groups, tens or hundreds of apprentices following one master. The way Maveri saw it, as he looked toward the horizon; he was standing at the very edge, the beginning of a new dawn for many, he would build up his cartel, he would build up his cult.
As he smirked at this revelation, a cough came from behind him. Maveri turned to see his loyal human Vice President, Earlish Greyson. "My lord, we have some news" he spoke with a content smile.