Tau-23...It is a highly contested system with multiple factions each wanting a peice of the 'Pie' as it were. The Independant Miner's Guild...The Outcasts...The Privateers, The Kusari Empire...The Sirius Cartel...Each had a personal stake within this rich system...
For the Cartel it was a highway to Omicron Alpha where they pick up their primary import to Liberty and various other Customers, Cardamine...People from the "GC", to the Liberty Rogues to the Kiretsu wanted it, and when their Outcast employers were unable to provide due to ship restraints, the Cartel delivered.
The Sirius Cartel itself was a powerful organization, comprised of mostly former Libertonians, several of what was once "Italian American" heritage, like Monty Rizzo, a Commision Member of the Cartel, somewhat unstable due to his mental illness involving a split personality, however Cardamine mixed with various medications appeared to suppress the alternate personality and allow him sanity for as long as it lasted, ranging from five hours to a day.
Monty himself was currently in a interrogation room on Cali, which they made berth for the duration of their contract with the Outcast Commonwealth, staring one of their "Accountants" dead in the eyes, unflinching...Uncaring.
The accountant was a relatively young-looking man of southern Libertonian origin. He was light-skinned, had short blonde hair and a set of light-grey eyes that were at the moment widened in terror at the man infront of him, the room he was in was small, a single light shone overhead upon the poor young fool. A metal chair was all that supported him while a cold metal table onfront of him allowed him to rest his hands.
Monty dug into his black buisness suit's pockets, pulling out a Cigar, Gallian Tobacco, sometimes the Cartel got lucky and managed to tag a smuggler unaligned with the Outcasts or their allies and swipe a large amount of it. He light the end of it and slowly blew smoke out of his lungs, smirking slightly at the sweaty and extremely nervous accountant.
"So, Mr Vendetti, do you think we are not intelligent?" he asked in a polite tone, staring the man in the eyes as he nervously replied to Monty's query.
"N-n-no Mr Rizzo." he stammered, rubbing his hands together in a nervous motion while Monty leaned against the rocky wall of the interrogation cell. The "Mentally Unbalanced" man slowly pushed away from the wall and circled around the chair his victim was sitting in.
"Is that So?" he asked calmly before stopping behind him, planting his hands on the accountant's shoulders, leaning forward he continued. "Obviously you did if you thought you could hide your theft of Fourty Million Credits from our own coffers...That my friend is a significant peice of dough...." He commented, removing his hands from the now shaking man's shoulders as he positioned himself infront of the table, facing him once more and staring the accountant in the eyes with a saddistic glint in his eyes.
"Mr Vendetti...We feed you, clothe you...Give you a job that pays well...Yet you stab the Family in the back like this?" he asks, putting his hand to his bare chin as he snaps his fingers with his unoccupied hand as if figuring something out.
"But Mr Vendetti...I am a forgiving man, we all fall victim to temptation...You and me Vendetti...We are going to start over." he comments, relieving the accountant as his shakes slowly disappear, suddenly just as he realxed a gunshot sounds out, a spray of blood errupts from the man's chest as he is thrown backwards due to the force. Monty holds his now smoking pistol out with a cheerful smile.
"Now we have a foundation we can build upon Mr Vendetti, nobody steals from our Family!" he states, turning around and leaving the man to bleed to death, locks can be heard clicking as he leaves the room...Monty holsters his pistol within the folds of his buisness suit's jacket, running a hand through his blonde hair as he streightens his suit out and makes sure he didn't get blood on himself.