Mevris 'the vice' Somir. A nickname gained through his dealings with those unfortunate enough to piss him off.
Placing a man's head into a vice and slowly turning till the point of fracture incured a tremendous amount of personal satisfaction for Mevris. Possibly a trait that rubbed off from his father, Meschi.
Gaining a nickname known through an entire galactic sector let alone a planet was no easy feat. Also gaining a reputation that was as similarly feared as a nickname was the hardest part of all.
Unlike some of his other family members, who's reputations were such that they didn't have to back them up, he openly flaunted his wealth and inate preference for violence.
Nevertheless, the public knew that the front of intimidation was no mere facade. The Vice could brutaly back it up.
Drugs were the mainstay of public life.
Be you of the highest galactic standing, or the lowest common denomination, everyone was a potential customer.
On coruscant, the demand for recreational substances were probably the highest in the galaxy. If a man applied his trade correctly, his possibilities would become endless.
The one man who had been plying his trade correctly this far was Danfe Midis, a man who's wealth went beyond money.
The legendary drug baron of the core had a hand in every sector of life. The local authorites, the Mining guild, even the occasional hutt were under his thumb. Senators and politicians were never far out of his reach. Legend had it that he had connections in the highest reaches of Empire's elite. A frightening thought.
Frightening to most, but not Mevris.
Unlike the petty drug peddlers and insignificant cartels that swarmed the streets, Mevris didn't just want a piece of the pie, he wanted the entire kitchen.
Midis was the key to gaining control. With Midis out of the way, his empire would be in disarray, the smaller cartels would move in, like vultures to a rotting carcass.
However, he would let them come, and in one fell swoop, consume them, taking control of a new, revitalised empire of his very own.
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The orange hue of coruscant's evening sun glinted off the pitch black hood of Mevris' personal Luxury speeder.
Stepping out, Mevris was fully decked out in the most expensive of suits money could buy. It spoke , style, but seriousness all at once.
The young Somir and two of his heavies had stopped outside a tiny shack of a diner in one of Coruscant's lesser districts. The door read closed and the sign on the roof read 'Miko's bar and Grill, come for the wormpie, stay for the service'.
"Yeah right." Chuckled Mevris as he walked inside.
A stiffled grumble then a yell came from behind the counter as the little door bell gave off it's ding.
"Hey, we're closed, can't you read the @#%$ sign?
Oh hey, well if it isnt little Mev Somir. I haven't see you in God knows how long, you're @#%$ big. How d'you get so freakin' big?
How's things my boy? How's your father."
"He's doing real good Miko, real good."
"Ahh that's good to hear. So what are you doing in my neck of the woods?"
"I've come to call in a favour."
"Sure anything for the family. You name it."
"Well first I need some information. I want everything you've got on Danfe Midis. Let's just say that he presents an obstical to my buisness plans at the moment."
"Hey, I don't think you wanna @#%$ with Midis, he's dangerous, he's got connections you know."
"Don't you think I fuckin' know that. It's him who should be worried. He's gonna end up learning that you don't @#%$ with a Somir, and he's gonna learn it the hard way."
"Did you run into some trouble with this guy?"
"Yeah. A few months ago he wacked two of my best guys and stole three shipments of spice from me. He cost me a lot of money, and he made me look like an idiot.
And I 'ain't letting no punk, son of a @#%$ make me me look the fool.
This @#%$ is gonna pay big time for what he did to me."
Meko could see Mevris' veines pulsating on his forhead. It was evident that his rage for Midis spanned many levels.
"Yeah, well I'll see what I can dig up for you. In the meantime don't be doing anything foolish."
"What, what, so you callin' me a fool now. Is that what you think of me?!"
"Hey hey, no way, I was just saying, don't do anything you might regret."
"I ain't regretting nothin'. In fact this @#%$ is gonna regret he ever screwed with me."
Slamming the door behind him, Mevris stormed out of the diner and back into his limo.
War was coming, a war which would change who ruled in this town.
