Maveri and Earlish walked along the far reaching prominard that was the compounds outer wall, they had done this same ritual once a week for the last five years, ever since the compound was built. Before that, they would discuss business in hushed tones whilst on the streets of Corelda`s Capital. They had been friends and business partners for almost two decades.

Earlish Greyson was an old, weak looking man, whom always sported military grade armor below robes of the finest purple fabric. Simply by stature and size, he was the type who you would think could easily be blown away by a passing breeze. Maveri, however, knew this to be a false judgement, Earlish was by far one of the most accomplished killers in this whole galaxy; he had worked for the imperials as an agent for decades then turned his hand to bounty hunting, which is where he first met Maveri, a young man, lost in the world, desperate for money and eager for guidance. Now Earlish had settled for what he considered a "desk-job" working as VP for the Vilka Cartel, Maveri sensed he had mixed feelings about the position, he was happy to help an old friend and the money was good, but Earlish was a man of action and he often found himself becoming restless.

"Its the Junna Cartel, their starting to expand into arms dealing" Earlish remarked with the same disapproving tone. Maveri frowned at this news, arms dealing had been Vilka territory for years, they had plenty to trade;fabrics, spices, drugs. They had crossed over into a place they did not belong. "So Maveri, what are we going to do about it?" Earlish smirked, he knew Maveri only to well. "I suppose the only thing we can do is pay Groga Junna a visit." Maveri laughed tapping his fingers against his lightsaber.

Armed with a troop of twenty men, Maveri and Earlish took a convoy of armoured grav-cars to the Junna compound, it was large and bounteous, sporting fine fountains and coloured banners, much like the Vilka estate. The only problem is that Maveri had visited the Junna compound only last month and found it to be far more rustic and withered. Gorga Junna had recently come into money, that angered him greatly.

They were greeted by a sniveling Rattataki servant whom begged them not to enter the main hall, as Junna was hosting a celebratory banquet "What and were not invited, do you hear that Mister Greyson, were not welcome!" Maveri joked as he and his men marched up the entrance stair. "Why i never, after all we`ve done for Groga, i feel very hurt, i may cry!" Laughed Earlish, readying his blaster as several troops seized open the large golden doors.

As the doors opened, a magnificent hall, full of precious metal ornaments and encrusted jewels dazzled the intruders. Hundreds of faces filled the room, from the wealthy businessmen, to the ruthless killers of the underworld. Everyone had gathered to celebrate and at the very center, between two humongous Herglic bodyguards, sat a Bith on a throne of gold and silk, Groga Junna.

"What a party! Thanks for the invite Groga." Mocked Maveri as he approached.

((Feel free to be Groga))