Post by keyz on Oct 12, 2015 2:26:37 GMT -5
Name: Zomm "Boss Man" Jago
Race: Human
Age: 56
Birthplace: Corellian Sector of Nar Shaddaa
Allegiance: To himself
Status: "Legitimate" Businessman, Criminal Boss
Rank: C.E.O., Boss Man
Height/Weight: 5'9'' 165lbs
Appearance: Zomm Jago certainly does wear his years well, his face is hardly wrinkled though his hair has grayed. He doesn't have any visible scars over his face and his blue eyes still show quite brightly. Behind those eyes sits an obvious cool intelligence that he does very little to hide. He keeps a very well trimmed mustache and goatee combo going on as well.
He is a very slender man, who stands with mostly ideal posture. He does walk with a cane due to an injury earlier in his life to his right leg, that he simply didn't have replaced with cybernetics. The cane isn't to flamboyant with the exception of the delicate gold filigree the overlays the composite stick near the grip extending down about 3 inches. The remainder of the cane is a light grey color.
Zomm is and has always been something of a snappy dresser, preferring nice suits to anything else since becoming a business man in his own right. While his suits change often, they always consist of slacks of a solid color, black loafers, a coat that matches the slacks, and an undershirt that is normally a bright color.
Personality: While reserved and somewhat soft spoken, Zomm is normally a jovial man
. He likes to joke around and treat his employees when they've done a good job. However he is remarkably cutthroat in any business or negotiation situation, and firmly believes that any employee is only as good as the last job they performed. So there is always a standard in place. Successes are greatly rewarded and failures are punished outright.
While he takes a no nonsense approach to his business tactics and ethics, money isn't the most important thing to him. A strange ideology for someone of his status and profession considering he had such a knack for acquiring it. He has no qualms about spending his wealth over friend, employee and enemy alike. In fact he finds doing so to be quite educational.
Ships/Vehicles:
Equipment: Nothing he keeps regularly besides a communicator, and his cane with which he walks.
Stats: (Feeble, Below Average, Average, Above Average, Superior, Legendary)
Strength - Average
Agility - Below Average
Intelligence - Above Average
Charisma - Superior
Combat Training:
Basic Hand to Hand - Adept
Basic Fencing - Apprentice
Other Training:
Languages-
Basic: Expert
Huttese: Adept
Business - Master
Piloting - Apprentice
Negotiation - Adept
Biography: Chapter 1- Debts and Deadlines
Zomm has always been in the world of business. He was born to a family of merchants in small wealth, in the Corellian Sector of Nar Shaddaa. He grew up playing carefully in the crime riddled streets, and making a few friends with the children of other businessmen there. His mother worked the shop they ran while his father was often out making new deals to aquire product for the shop. Once he was old enough he began working the shop as well. and appeared to be a natural, usually able to resist the haggling tactics of others, while maintaining a good price. So the first few years of his life went buy quite well until five months before his ninth birthday.
It was just before closing one night when a rather unpleasant looking man walked into their shop. His mother was in the back room at the time, so he delighted in stepping right up to the counter with a grin. "Good evening sir. Is there anything I can help you find?" The man only looked him over, as two of two new people with the man entered through the door, both armed and rather angry looking as well. Zomm immediately backed a bit, but kept his eyes on the first man who was clearly in charge, judging form his demeanor. "Ummm.....Mom." he called out.
"Young man, my name is Turnax Kinn; and it is actually your father I am looking for. He is an associate of mine." the man admitted as Zomm's mother emerged. "I'm Tarra Jago, and would happily speak for my husband since he isn't in right now, but I assure you there is no need for blasters here." she said firmly hurrying Zomm to the back. Though she urged him into the back room, he peeked out from just behind the threshold to see what was going on.
Turnax spoke to her directly his voice becoming cross. "I presume then that you are aware of your husband's debts to both myself and my direct employers, the hutts, aren't you?"
"No." she began firmly, stepping behind the counter before continuing. "It is my understanding that our books look excellent currently, and I am unaware of any such debt. Nor do I take kindly to being hustled over money we do not owe." Just as she finished talking Zomm's father stepped into the shop.
"Turnax, " he said, "to what do I owe the pleasure?" he asked looking at the man.
"Ah, Jayon, I was just taken aback by your wife's abrupt and insolent tongue as I was trying to enlighten her to your outstanding gambling debt." Turnax admitted looking from Jayon back to Tarra.
"No need to bring that up now, I will have the money soon." Jayon said, looking over to his wife; who's gaze became enraged but did not break from Turnax's
"I am afriad that your deadline is today Jayon, and you know just as well as I do that the Hutts do not accept late payments. Though I can reason with them with some collateral, perhaps if I took this mouthy woman off your hands, her servitude could be of some use in lowering your debt." Turnax said with a smile. "Or, perhaps, your son seems to be an excellent worker."
No sooner did the words pass across his lips, did Tarra bring up a small blaster pistol from behind the counter aiming it at Turnax's head. In the instant she did so, the two men in Turnax's employ opened fire on her. Zomm having watched the entire exchange fell in the floor, tears streaming down his face, but too afriad to make a sound.
Jayon fell to his knees, his eyes tearing up, as he mouthed the word 'Why' looking over to his still wife.
"Pity. Looks like it'll be the boy then." Turnax said gesturing with his right hand for one of the men to go collect the boy.
Zomm got up clumsily and looked around for anywhere to hide or escape. Too little to late, the door behind flew open and the man took a rough hold of him and carried him outside. He squirmed very little as they passed through the front room, Zomm only looked one last time at his mother before he was moved out into the darkened street.
Chapter 2- One good turn
Jifo spent the next several weeks doing simple chores in what was effectively his prison. Living with another of Turnax's associates, a Trandoshan named Garkosh, proved to be of little help. Garkosh was characteristically cold in his personality, only showing any excitement when given a job. It was three weeks before Turnax showed up to collect him.
It was early in the afternoon, when the man walked into the room where Zomm was kept. The boy shot his capture a viscous glance, now more angry that scared for the man's actions weeks ago. Turnax immediately quashed the though smacking Zomm in the face with the back of his hand, hard enough to send the kid to the floor. "Today you will come along with Garkosh and I. I have a job that is specifically suited to you, and I will see to it that you get it done. Garkosh! make sure he has what he needs."
"Gladly." the trandoshan answered. Handing the boy a blaster, which he could barely hold up.
They traveled, via a small speeder, down into the Corellian Sector and arrived at a familiar shop. Zomm could not bring himself to walk in, but was stuck commandingly in the back of the head by Turnax and shuffled in. Therein he was his father laying against the counter, hardly awake in a drunken stupor. He seemed to shake himself awake at the sight of his son.
Turnax spoke up as he entered in. "It seems that we will never be through suffering deadbeats who simply refuse to pay what they owe."
"W-What?" Zomm asked, perplexed.
"Dear boy, I'll put this in simple terms for you. You ARE going to kill your father, and then I will assume his assets as compensation for payments and compounded late fees. You see boy, it is a terrible mistake in business to leave loose ends." Turnax said, unwilling to even look at the boy; his eyes fixed on Jayon. Garkosh touched the tip of a blaster rifle to the back of Zomm's head, then Turnax spoke again. "I would sincerely discourage the thought of shooting anyone else. Garkosh has his orders as well you see, and I can cover your price myself boy. Now then, down to business. Do your job."
Zomm could not even lift his hand as he looked at his father sitting there stumbling to get up. Jayon, breathing heavily, was able to assess the weight of the situation and the depth of the danger his son was in because of him. He knew his death would serve as no apology, but if he could do anything to keep his son safe then he...
"I cannot be asked to support your weaknesses boy. Do it or you both will die, it's as simple as that." Turnax offered as incentive.
Zomm's hand shook as he slowly lifted the blaster with tears running down his face. His father mouthing the words 'Do it' to him, offering his best at a sort of comforting glance. As Zomm was finally able to make the sights meet his father, he simply looked on with the trandoshan at his back; with uncertainly, sadness, and terror in his eyes. As he gripped his hand tighter and tighter, the silence of the room was obliterated by the screaming sound of a blaster bolt.
Zomm dropped the gun, gasping for breath. He collapsed gripping his stomach in some perceive psychosomatic pain before finally falling over on the ground.
"Pathetic!" Turnax mused before turning to walk outside.
Chapter 3- Breaking Point
Zomm worked under Turnax for seventeen years and even worked for the Hutts, often being a courier of information between the two. He had to complete his own jobs, often stealing information or performing hits assigned to him. All the while he was working up his own system of contacts and people who he could trust when they were paid. The times were as nice as they had ever been.
Zomm was twenty-six years old and running puppet companies now for Turnax, who used the companies as a face for underworld activities. Turnax was now nearly as powerful a Hutt, and the Hutts let him operate with complete autonomy as long as his payments were made for using Hutt Space. It was now that Zomm had begun planning to kill Turnax liked he'd always wanted.
Turnax had made himself privy to the information early on through his system of informants, and decided to make an example of his young business apprentice. Turnax showed up at Zomm's offices late one night with six mercenaries in line and sealed up the doors behind him. Heading directly into Zomm's personal office, the two guards there were killed outright. "M'Mr. Kinn, how can I help you?"
"That almost sounds like the night we first met boy, and you may cut your illusory nonsense. We are both well aware why I am here." He said with a cutting glare in his eyes and a grin on his lips.
Zomm said nothing as he was thrown to the ground. He scurried, backing up against the wall, breathing heavily there looking at Turnax. The guards surrounded him, and Turnax pulled a blaster pistol from one of their belts. "Zomm, my boy, I want to help you be a walking example fo what happens to people who think that they can cross me." the man paused the smiled and his own private irony. "Hmmm walking." He looked down at Zomm and pointed the blaster at his leg, and pulled the trigger several times.
Zomm cried out in terrible pain and collapsed, shaking and clutching his leg in a pain that he had never felt.
Turnax and his employees turned and left quickly without a word.
Chapter 4- Balancing the Books
The night had changed Zomm, and he had committed to several things. He knew had could no longer shake in the hands, and that he'd have to focus on his work. The following years saw Zomm not only run those puppet companies but elevate them to excellent profit in their won right. He took on several contracts with the Hutts, executing them with a surgical precision. That night saw the birth a brand new Zomm Jago, one that had recently become known as 'Boss Man' by his subordinates.
His own affluence grew quite rapidly and working as the underboss to Turnax Kinn was a job that he took every advantage of. While he was always happy to joke and smile; there was never any misunderstanding that he was incredibly cutthroat when it came to business, in many was more so that Turnax.
He was forty years old when he had bought his way out from under Turnax and was recognized as every bit the underworld power that Turnax was. This was the time that they often butted heads, and Turnax would find Zomm to be one or two steps ahead of him in several critical buyouts. His would be mentor had become complacent and it was costing him. The decades of work had paid off well in business and seeing that wretch angry was far better than any consolation.
There came a night a few years later when Zomm was forty-five years old, we arrived at Turnax's offices as he was asked to do. They were similar in many ways, such as the preference of travelling with guards. Boss Man Jago strolled in with a casual smile on his face, and sat happily in a chair resting his leg. Turnax's guards pointed guns at those of Zomm, and Zomm didn't seem to bat an eye, not even looking at his former boss yet.
"Seems your head and your coffers are getting a bit too fat these days boy, and I'll be helping you with that tonight when you sign them over to me." he threatened. Zomm's guards stood down, and Zomm finally looked up to meet Turnax's eyes.
"It's funny, that's nearly what I had intended to say to you. In fact I have learned quite a bit from you over the years. First would be to not get lazy. Second would be to not get tight fisted, when times are hard." As he said that, Turnax's own guards turned their gun on him. the man only looked a mix of confused and angry.
"Though I must say the most important thing I have learned from you is to not leave loose ends. Not even one. Ironic since you let me live nearly twenty years ago. That was a mistake that I do not intend to repeat Turnax. Don't worry, I will assume your assets, and you may consider your debts paid." Zomm mused.
With that Turnax's guards executed him then and there, and Zomm gave them a smile. "Well done boys." he said before snapping his fingers. At the sound Zomm's two guards willed the other two, and he repeated himself. "No loose ends, not one."
Getting up from his chair with a bit of struggle, he leaned on his cane. "How about I get you boys some dinner this evening?"
"Much appreciated Boss Man." the chimed in lowering their guns.
Chapter 5- A new day
Zomm Jago spent the following eleven years operating both as a criminal boss and legally, and completed several clean mergers and buyouts to solidify his own businesses and expand his own sphere of influence. He's got quite a stock in the banking clans, and has made several more legitimate investments as of late. Although, he's also increased his trade with the Hutts recently. Seems like they can always be counted on to find inventive ways to get their hands on just about anything. It was an attitude that Zomm found both admirable and useful.
Now he found himself getting more and more interested in the political state of the galaxy now that the Sith Empire was making bolder and bolder moves. He found himself saddled with a healthy respect for the Sith, or at least his understanding of them; and was particularly interested in the moves they'd been making as of late. His mind worked often during the past few weeks on churning out a way to make himself useful should the time come that he require it; and perhaps more importantly, a way to make the Sith useful for business and cut himself a smooth profit.
Roleplay Sample:
Zomm stared unblinking out the plated window watching the rain pour down on the city below him. It'd been a long time since he had been to Corellia, but he was back on business now; and the trip was not proving to be particularly fruitful. He shut his eyes for a moment and brought his hand up to rub his fingers and thumb across his brow. With a heavy sigh he spoke up, "Dexo, Dexo. You have to know what kind of position you've put me in. I just needed you to disable one little transport and bring me three insignificant boxes from the cargo bay. I gave you perfect leave to kill or let live anyone that you pleased, and the payment would have been more than respectable given the job at hand."
He finally turned away from the window to return his strained attention to the cyborg and his two crewmates standing in his office. Along with them stood two other people on either side of the small group, one Chiss dressed in mostly medium armors and a Duros who seemed a soldier and armed to the teeth. There were also two guards on either side of the door, and two guards by Zomm's desk. It was a room full to be sure.
The cyborg finally opened his mouth to speak. "Mr. Jago I....."
The aging man swiftly interrupted though his voice retained a very calm tone, "I would have thought it would be no trouble for a pirate such as yourself to get something this simple accomplished. However not only did you fail me, but you've made me go to all the trouble of tracking you down and bringing you here, then putting out for more work. Meet your replacements." He said indicating the two rough looking guests to their left and right. "Now the job has gotten more complicated and will require someone with far more skill than you can muster, and a great deal more money to be paid out." He turned back to the window. "Send him to the Hutts, they've got something of a fair price on his head. It'll help recoup losses if nothing else. Kill the crew, they're not worth that much."
With that instruction the two guards at his desk immediately gunned down the crewman who'd stood with Dexo, and the guards at the door restrained Dexo and hauled him out of the room screaming for Zomm to reconsider.
It was then that the Duros spoke up. "Don't worry about it, I'll get the job done for you and done right so long as the price is right. What's in these boxes anyway?" he asked with a smile.
Zomm didn't even begin to turn around. He simply held up his hand and snapped his fingers, to which the guards responded by immediately opening fire on the Duros. "I like you." Zomm commented to the Chiss. "You don't ask questions and you come highly recommended for the job I have in mind. If you'll indulge me, I will have us a meal brought up and we can discuss the job...and the price."
Race: Human
Age: 56
Birthplace: Corellian Sector of Nar Shaddaa
Allegiance: To himself
Status: "Legitimate" Businessman, Criminal Boss
Rank: C.E.O., Boss Man
Height/Weight: 5'9'' 165lbs
Appearance: Zomm Jago certainly does wear his years well, his face is hardly wrinkled though his hair has grayed. He doesn't have any visible scars over his face and his blue eyes still show quite brightly. Behind those eyes sits an obvious cool intelligence that he does very little to hide. He keeps a very well trimmed mustache and goatee combo going on as well.
He is a very slender man, who stands with mostly ideal posture. He does walk with a cane due to an injury earlier in his life to his right leg, that he simply didn't have replaced with cybernetics. The cane isn't to flamboyant with the exception of the delicate gold filigree the overlays the composite stick near the grip extending down about 3 inches. The remainder of the cane is a light grey color.
Zomm is and has always been something of a snappy dresser, preferring nice suits to anything else since becoming a business man in his own right. While his suits change often, they always consist of slacks of a solid color, black loafers, a coat that matches the slacks, and an undershirt that is normally a bright color.
Personality: While reserved and somewhat soft spoken, Zomm is normally a jovial man
. He likes to joke around and treat his employees when they've done a good job. However he is remarkably cutthroat in any business or negotiation situation, and firmly believes that any employee is only as good as the last job they performed. So there is always a standard in place. Successes are greatly rewarded and failures are punished outright.
While he takes a no nonsense approach to his business tactics and ethics, money isn't the most important thing to him. A strange ideology for someone of his status and profession considering he had such a knack for acquiring it. He has no qualms about spending his wealth over friend, employee and enemy alike. In fact he finds doing so to be quite educational.
Ships/Vehicles:
Equipment: Nothing he keeps regularly besides a communicator, and his cane with which he walks.
Stats: (Feeble, Below Average, Average, Above Average, Superior, Legendary)
Strength - Average
Agility - Below Average
Intelligence - Above Average
Charisma - Superior
Combat Training:
Basic Hand to Hand - Adept
Basic Fencing - Apprentice
Other Training:
Languages-
Basic: Expert
Huttese: Adept
Business - Master
Piloting - Apprentice
Negotiation - Adept
Biography: Chapter 1- Debts and Deadlines
Zomm has always been in the world of business. He was born to a family of merchants in small wealth, in the Corellian Sector of Nar Shaddaa. He grew up playing carefully in the crime riddled streets, and making a few friends with the children of other businessmen there. His mother worked the shop they ran while his father was often out making new deals to aquire product for the shop. Once he was old enough he began working the shop as well. and appeared to be a natural, usually able to resist the haggling tactics of others, while maintaining a good price. So the first few years of his life went buy quite well until five months before his ninth birthday.
It was just before closing one night when a rather unpleasant looking man walked into their shop. His mother was in the back room at the time, so he delighted in stepping right up to the counter with a grin. "Good evening sir. Is there anything I can help you find?" The man only looked him over, as two of two new people with the man entered through the door, both armed and rather angry looking as well. Zomm immediately backed a bit, but kept his eyes on the first man who was clearly in charge, judging form his demeanor. "Ummm.....Mom." he called out.
"Young man, my name is Turnax Kinn; and it is actually your father I am looking for. He is an associate of mine." the man admitted as Zomm's mother emerged. "I'm Tarra Jago, and would happily speak for my husband since he isn't in right now, but I assure you there is no need for blasters here." she said firmly hurrying Zomm to the back. Though she urged him into the back room, he peeked out from just behind the threshold to see what was going on.
Turnax spoke to her directly his voice becoming cross. "I presume then that you are aware of your husband's debts to both myself and my direct employers, the hutts, aren't you?"
"No." she began firmly, stepping behind the counter before continuing. "It is my understanding that our books look excellent currently, and I am unaware of any such debt. Nor do I take kindly to being hustled over money we do not owe." Just as she finished talking Zomm's father stepped into the shop.
"Turnax, " he said, "to what do I owe the pleasure?" he asked looking at the man.
"Ah, Jayon, I was just taken aback by your wife's abrupt and insolent tongue as I was trying to enlighten her to your outstanding gambling debt." Turnax admitted looking from Jayon back to Tarra.
"No need to bring that up now, I will have the money soon." Jayon said, looking over to his wife; who's gaze became enraged but did not break from Turnax's
"I am afriad that your deadline is today Jayon, and you know just as well as I do that the Hutts do not accept late payments. Though I can reason with them with some collateral, perhaps if I took this mouthy woman off your hands, her servitude could be of some use in lowering your debt." Turnax said with a smile. "Or, perhaps, your son seems to be an excellent worker."
No sooner did the words pass across his lips, did Tarra bring up a small blaster pistol from behind the counter aiming it at Turnax's head. In the instant she did so, the two men in Turnax's employ opened fire on her. Zomm having watched the entire exchange fell in the floor, tears streaming down his face, but too afriad to make a sound.
Jayon fell to his knees, his eyes tearing up, as he mouthed the word 'Why' looking over to his still wife.
"Pity. Looks like it'll be the boy then." Turnax said gesturing with his right hand for one of the men to go collect the boy.
Zomm got up clumsily and looked around for anywhere to hide or escape. Too little to late, the door behind flew open and the man took a rough hold of him and carried him outside. He squirmed very little as they passed through the front room, Zomm only looked one last time at his mother before he was moved out into the darkened street.
Chapter 2- One good turn
Jifo spent the next several weeks doing simple chores in what was effectively his prison. Living with another of Turnax's associates, a Trandoshan named Garkosh, proved to be of little help. Garkosh was characteristically cold in his personality, only showing any excitement when given a job. It was three weeks before Turnax showed up to collect him.
It was early in the afternoon, when the man walked into the room where Zomm was kept. The boy shot his capture a viscous glance, now more angry that scared for the man's actions weeks ago. Turnax immediately quashed the though smacking Zomm in the face with the back of his hand, hard enough to send the kid to the floor. "Today you will come along with Garkosh and I. I have a job that is specifically suited to you, and I will see to it that you get it done. Garkosh! make sure he has what he needs."
"Gladly." the trandoshan answered. Handing the boy a blaster, which he could barely hold up.
They traveled, via a small speeder, down into the Corellian Sector and arrived at a familiar shop. Zomm could not bring himself to walk in, but was stuck commandingly in the back of the head by Turnax and shuffled in. Therein he was his father laying against the counter, hardly awake in a drunken stupor. He seemed to shake himself awake at the sight of his son.
Turnax spoke up as he entered in. "It seems that we will never be through suffering deadbeats who simply refuse to pay what they owe."
"W-What?" Zomm asked, perplexed.
"Dear boy, I'll put this in simple terms for you. You ARE going to kill your father, and then I will assume his assets as compensation for payments and compounded late fees. You see boy, it is a terrible mistake in business to leave loose ends." Turnax said, unwilling to even look at the boy; his eyes fixed on Jayon. Garkosh touched the tip of a blaster rifle to the back of Zomm's head, then Turnax spoke again. "I would sincerely discourage the thought of shooting anyone else. Garkosh has his orders as well you see, and I can cover your price myself boy. Now then, down to business. Do your job."
Zomm could not even lift his hand as he looked at his father sitting there stumbling to get up. Jayon, breathing heavily, was able to assess the weight of the situation and the depth of the danger his son was in because of him. He knew his death would serve as no apology, but if he could do anything to keep his son safe then he...
"I cannot be asked to support your weaknesses boy. Do it or you both will die, it's as simple as that." Turnax offered as incentive.
Zomm's hand shook as he slowly lifted the blaster with tears running down his face. His father mouthing the words 'Do it' to him, offering his best at a sort of comforting glance. As Zomm was finally able to make the sights meet his father, he simply looked on with the trandoshan at his back; with uncertainly, sadness, and terror in his eyes. As he gripped his hand tighter and tighter, the silence of the room was obliterated by the screaming sound of a blaster bolt.
Zomm dropped the gun, gasping for breath. He collapsed gripping his stomach in some perceive psychosomatic pain before finally falling over on the ground.
"Pathetic!" Turnax mused before turning to walk outside.
Chapter 3- Breaking Point
Zomm worked under Turnax for seventeen years and even worked for the Hutts, often being a courier of information between the two. He had to complete his own jobs, often stealing information or performing hits assigned to him. All the while he was working up his own system of contacts and people who he could trust when they were paid. The times were as nice as they had ever been.
Zomm was twenty-six years old and running puppet companies now for Turnax, who used the companies as a face for underworld activities. Turnax was now nearly as powerful a Hutt, and the Hutts let him operate with complete autonomy as long as his payments were made for using Hutt Space. It was now that Zomm had begun planning to kill Turnax liked he'd always wanted.
Turnax had made himself privy to the information early on through his system of informants, and decided to make an example of his young business apprentice. Turnax showed up at Zomm's offices late one night with six mercenaries in line and sealed up the doors behind him. Heading directly into Zomm's personal office, the two guards there were killed outright. "M'Mr. Kinn, how can I help you?"
"That almost sounds like the night we first met boy, and you may cut your illusory nonsense. We are both well aware why I am here." He said with a cutting glare in his eyes and a grin on his lips.
Zomm said nothing as he was thrown to the ground. He scurried, backing up against the wall, breathing heavily there looking at Turnax. The guards surrounded him, and Turnax pulled a blaster pistol from one of their belts. "Zomm, my boy, I want to help you be a walking example fo what happens to people who think that they can cross me." the man paused the smiled and his own private irony. "Hmmm walking." He looked down at Zomm and pointed the blaster at his leg, and pulled the trigger several times.
Zomm cried out in terrible pain and collapsed, shaking and clutching his leg in a pain that he had never felt.
Turnax and his employees turned and left quickly without a word.
Chapter 4- Balancing the Books
The night had changed Zomm, and he had committed to several things. He knew had could no longer shake in the hands, and that he'd have to focus on his work. The following years saw Zomm not only run those puppet companies but elevate them to excellent profit in their won right. He took on several contracts with the Hutts, executing them with a surgical precision. That night saw the birth a brand new Zomm Jago, one that had recently become known as 'Boss Man' by his subordinates.
His own affluence grew quite rapidly and working as the underboss to Turnax Kinn was a job that he took every advantage of. While he was always happy to joke and smile; there was never any misunderstanding that he was incredibly cutthroat when it came to business, in many was more so that Turnax.
He was forty years old when he had bought his way out from under Turnax and was recognized as every bit the underworld power that Turnax was. This was the time that they often butted heads, and Turnax would find Zomm to be one or two steps ahead of him in several critical buyouts. His would be mentor had become complacent and it was costing him. The decades of work had paid off well in business and seeing that wretch angry was far better than any consolation.
There came a night a few years later when Zomm was forty-five years old, we arrived at Turnax's offices as he was asked to do. They were similar in many ways, such as the preference of travelling with guards. Boss Man Jago strolled in with a casual smile on his face, and sat happily in a chair resting his leg. Turnax's guards pointed guns at those of Zomm, and Zomm didn't seem to bat an eye, not even looking at his former boss yet.
"Seems your head and your coffers are getting a bit too fat these days boy, and I'll be helping you with that tonight when you sign them over to me." he threatened. Zomm's guards stood down, and Zomm finally looked up to meet Turnax's eyes.
"It's funny, that's nearly what I had intended to say to you. In fact I have learned quite a bit from you over the years. First would be to not get lazy. Second would be to not get tight fisted, when times are hard." As he said that, Turnax's own guards turned their gun on him. the man only looked a mix of confused and angry.
"Though I must say the most important thing I have learned from you is to not leave loose ends. Not even one. Ironic since you let me live nearly twenty years ago. That was a mistake that I do not intend to repeat Turnax. Don't worry, I will assume your assets, and you may consider your debts paid." Zomm mused.
With that Turnax's guards executed him then and there, and Zomm gave them a smile. "Well done boys." he said before snapping his fingers. At the sound Zomm's two guards willed the other two, and he repeated himself. "No loose ends, not one."
Getting up from his chair with a bit of struggle, he leaned on his cane. "How about I get you boys some dinner this evening?"
"Much appreciated Boss Man." the chimed in lowering their guns.
Chapter 5- A new day
Zomm Jago spent the following eleven years operating both as a criminal boss and legally, and completed several clean mergers and buyouts to solidify his own businesses and expand his own sphere of influence. He's got quite a stock in the banking clans, and has made several more legitimate investments as of late. Although, he's also increased his trade with the Hutts recently. Seems like they can always be counted on to find inventive ways to get their hands on just about anything. It was an attitude that Zomm found both admirable and useful.
Now he found himself getting more and more interested in the political state of the galaxy now that the Sith Empire was making bolder and bolder moves. He found himself saddled with a healthy respect for the Sith, or at least his understanding of them; and was particularly interested in the moves they'd been making as of late. His mind worked often during the past few weeks on churning out a way to make himself useful should the time come that he require it; and perhaps more importantly, a way to make the Sith useful for business and cut himself a smooth profit.
Roleplay Sample:
Zomm stared unblinking out the plated window watching the rain pour down on the city below him. It'd been a long time since he had been to Corellia, but he was back on business now; and the trip was not proving to be particularly fruitful. He shut his eyes for a moment and brought his hand up to rub his fingers and thumb across his brow. With a heavy sigh he spoke up, "Dexo, Dexo. You have to know what kind of position you've put me in. I just needed you to disable one little transport and bring me three insignificant boxes from the cargo bay. I gave you perfect leave to kill or let live anyone that you pleased, and the payment would have been more than respectable given the job at hand."
He finally turned away from the window to return his strained attention to the cyborg and his two crewmates standing in his office. Along with them stood two other people on either side of the small group, one Chiss dressed in mostly medium armors and a Duros who seemed a soldier and armed to the teeth. There were also two guards on either side of the door, and two guards by Zomm's desk. It was a room full to be sure.
The cyborg finally opened his mouth to speak. "Mr. Jago I....."
The aging man swiftly interrupted though his voice retained a very calm tone, "I would have thought it would be no trouble for a pirate such as yourself to get something this simple accomplished. However not only did you fail me, but you've made me go to all the trouble of tracking you down and bringing you here, then putting out for more work. Meet your replacements." He said indicating the two rough looking guests to their left and right. "Now the job has gotten more complicated and will require someone with far more skill than you can muster, and a great deal more money to be paid out." He turned back to the window. "Send him to the Hutts, they've got something of a fair price on his head. It'll help recoup losses if nothing else. Kill the crew, they're not worth that much."
With that instruction the two guards at his desk immediately gunned down the crewman who'd stood with Dexo, and the guards at the door restrained Dexo and hauled him out of the room screaming for Zomm to reconsider.
It was then that the Duros spoke up. "Don't worry about it, I'll get the job done for you and done right so long as the price is right. What's in these boxes anyway?" he asked with a smile.
Zomm didn't even begin to turn around. He simply held up his hand and snapped his fingers, to which the guards responded by immediately opening fire on the Duros. "I like you." Zomm commented to the Chiss. "You don't ask questions and you come highly recommended for the job I have in mind. If you'll indulge me, I will have us a meal brought up and we can discuss the job...and the price."
