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Sonny Mills grimaced as he stepped out of the speeder. Even out here by the palace, Nal'Hutta, by all accounts, was a reeking ball of chemical waste products. The smell made him cringe. It was almost as if he feared that it would stick in his expensive grey suit. But as soon as he got out of the speeder, he hid any expression of disgust behind an emotionless mask on his face, covering his eyes with a pair of black sunglasses. As he walked up to the large, solid steel gate blocking the entrance to the palace of Nor'Baal VesaJilic Diori, he slammed his fist into it several times in a knocking motion. A circular hatch opened in the wall, and an eye like machine on a steel pipe came out, staring at him.
"Sonny Mills. I'm here to see the "eminent" Hutt." Sonny muttered, sarcastic intonation on the word "eminent". The eye made a couple of beeping noises in some droid language Mills didn't understand, and was retracted. The hatch closed, and moments later, the gates began to open with a groaning sound. Mills took a step back, waiting to step into the long corridor until the gate had retracted into the sealing. A droid was waiting on the other side. It was a protocol droid with a silvery exterior somewhat resembling a small human.
"Good evening, sire. His Eminence Master Nor'Baal VesaJilic Diori is waiting for you. Please follow me."
A grunt was the only thing the droid got in response as Sonny followed him through the corridor. It was high in the ceiling, and the brown stone walls made it feel like some kind of military compound or a garage more than a palace. A couple of non-human guests or visitors glared at him as he walked past them, but when he stared right back, they looked away and hurried off. Sonny then followed the droid through a couple of more corridors, until they came to another large, though smaller than the front gate, door. It, too, opened into the ceiling, allowing entry to the innermost sanctum of the palace; Nor'Baal VesaJilic Diori's throne room.
The protocol droid stepped inside, and Sonny followed him. His eyes immediately began to take everything in. He noticed the guards standing more or less relaxed, some with drinks, others focusing on their job, along the walls. A couple of twi'lek dancers were entertaining in the center of the room, accompanied by the rough and alien sounding tunes and singing of a band, though they stopped playing abruptly when the newcomer entered the throne room. And at the other end of the room, guarded on each side by a handful of bounty hunters, mercenaries and guards, sat the man, well, hutt himself.
There wasn't much to say about Nor'Baal's appearance - after all, to Sonny, all Hutts looked the same. That wasn't to say that he wasn't impressed, though he didn't show it. But the resources he had seen so far had definitely been impressive - smaller perhaps than what he had seen with some Hutt lords on Nar Shaddaa, but nonetheless impressive. It was clear he had come to the right place. The hutt himself was large, very large, sizing up to at least three meters in height. Sonny didn't even dare to take a guess at his weight.
"Your Sublime Magnificence." The protocol droid spoke, stuttering as he did, clearly afraid of the fat slug in front of him. "Mr Sonny Mills of Coruscant, here to discuss a joint business venture with Your Eminence." He turned around and began to hurry away before he incurred the wrath of his sizeable master. Mills stepped up towards the hutt, but stopped five or so meters away from him, and spoke in fluent Huttese - a skill brought to him from his childhood on Nar Shaddaa working for Hutt crime lords, though it sounded off coming from a human:
"Good evening. I trust I am not interrupting your entertainment?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "I have come here to discuss a business venture that could be very profitable for the both of us. Though I would rather talk about that in a more private setting. You know, away from the peons." He added sarcastically as he shot the guard captain a side-glance. The man's face contorted in suppressed anger, but Mills ignored him.
"Sonny Mills. I'm here to see the "eminent" Hutt." Sonny muttered, sarcastic intonation on the word "eminent". The eye made a couple of beeping noises in some droid language Mills didn't understand, and was retracted. The hatch closed, and moments later, the gates began to open with a groaning sound. Mills took a step back, waiting to step into the long corridor until the gate had retracted into the sealing. A droid was waiting on the other side. It was a protocol droid with a silvery exterior somewhat resembling a small human.
"Good evening, sire. His Eminence Master Nor'Baal VesaJilic Diori is waiting for you. Please follow me."
A grunt was the only thing the droid got in response as Sonny followed him through the corridor. It was high in the ceiling, and the brown stone walls made it feel like some kind of military compound or a garage more than a palace. A couple of non-human guests or visitors glared at him as he walked past them, but when he stared right back, they looked away and hurried off. Sonny then followed the droid through a couple of more corridors, until they came to another large, though smaller than the front gate, door. It, too, opened into the ceiling, allowing entry to the innermost sanctum of the palace; Nor'Baal VesaJilic Diori's throne room.
The protocol droid stepped inside, and Sonny followed him. His eyes immediately began to take everything in. He noticed the guards standing more or less relaxed, some with drinks, others focusing on their job, along the walls. A couple of twi'lek dancers were entertaining in the center of the room, accompanied by the rough and alien sounding tunes and singing of a band, though they stopped playing abruptly when the newcomer entered the throne room. And at the other end of the room, guarded on each side by a handful of bounty hunters, mercenaries and guards, sat the man, well, hutt himself.
There wasn't much to say about Nor'Baal's appearance - after all, to Sonny, all Hutts looked the same. That wasn't to say that he wasn't impressed, though he didn't show it. But the resources he had seen so far had definitely been impressive - smaller perhaps than what he had seen with some Hutt lords on Nar Shaddaa, but nonetheless impressive. It was clear he had come to the right place. The hutt himself was large, very large, sizing up to at least three meters in height. Sonny didn't even dare to take a guess at his weight.
"Your Sublime Magnificence." The protocol droid spoke, stuttering as he did, clearly afraid of the fat slug in front of him. "Mr Sonny Mills of Coruscant, here to discuss a joint business venture with Your Eminence." He turned around and began to hurry away before he incurred the wrath of his sizeable master. Mills stepped up towards the hutt, but stopped five or so meters away from him, and spoke in fluent Huttese - a skill brought to him from his childhood on Nar Shaddaa working for Hutt crime lords, though it sounded off coming from a human:
"Good evening. I trust I am not interrupting your entertainment?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "I have come here to discuss a business venture that could be very profitable for the both of us. Though I would rather talk about that in a more private setting. You know, away from the peons." He added sarcastically as he shot the guard captain a side-glance. The man's face contorted in suppressed anger, but Mills ignored him.
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