Obroa-skai Galactic Information Center

[Crystal Starr Light]

Obroa-skai has received a reputation that has developed over the centuries of having a complete knowledge of the galaxy that has been gathered within the computers of Obroa-skai's information repositories.

[Tress Odak-Zann]

The Black Sun. Their leader once considered to be the third most powerful person in the galaxy after the Emperor and Darth Vader, of coarse that was a long time ago. With wealth in an unimaginable scale, as well as influence into various governments, who could have stopped them?

There was one who dared and even beat the Black Sun's leader at his own game. His grandfather, Tyber Zann. Tricked into a job that if captured would have meant the end of his life in the mines of Kessel, he double crossed the leader of Black Sun by planting evidence of him plotting against the Empire of the time.

That was why he was here, he was researching the past. The past of the Underworld of crime. Why would he be doing that some would ask. Some knowing the researches name and the rumors of his past, would put two and two together. With a name like Tress Odak-Zann it was hard not to. Grandson of the wily Tyber, he had learned much of criminal activities and how to lead from watching him.

Though be it the Zann Consortium that his grandfather led was nonexistent in this day, there were still those that wished for the good old times and looked to Tress to lead them. He had made the first steps into that possible future by guaranteeing his appointment into the RGE Senate. Diplomatic immunity and the influence of the RGE would go along way into helping him amass.....secret underworld power.

[Tress Odak-Zann]

Going through the various data stockpiles he sorted them and started making copies of what he needed into his data pad. He would use this data along with what he will hopefully find in the RGE public archives and set out to continue his plan.

Done with everything he nodded to the assistants who had been sent ahead and been searching for weeks then left. They would be staying behind to continue to search, every bit of information would be useful to him. There was always a way to twist or make use of it for his own benefit. Its what corrupt men did, the better ones didn't get caught, time would tell which he was.

Leaving the massive library of records, he made his way some place he could relax. He had heard from one of the assistants of a place called the OBrah Club.