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Nubia - The Bloated Dragonfly
Nubia, in Klombus's mind, was the perfect place for a rebel cell to operate in, it was close enough to the core while being mostly a rural, farming population meaning that the majority of it's people were spread out - making it hard for Imperial search teams to effectively find and root out the rebel cell which was rumoured to have made it's base of operations somewhere on the planet's surface. Klombus's task, however, was not to root out the rebel cell or crush them with the Empire's strength, it was simply to negotiate, and negotiate was what he planned to do, although he did take precautions as he was flanked by two sentinel class HK-droids should things go awry.
Operating on the belief that the Insurgency would be less likely to cause a scene in a public place as well as the fact that they would feel more comfortable to meet with him in person, Klombus took to hiring a private room in the dingiest Cantina in the most populated city on the planet, a place known as 'The Bloated Dragonfly'. Due to the fact that he was a Hutt, the inhabitants of the den of scum and villainy were more than happy to allow him a private room to operate in for the night accompanied by their most finest dances, for a large sum of credits of course.
And so the Hutt sat in a room which was more suited for his ancestors than a more civilised Hutt such as himself. A glass of Hutt bile in one hand and a data pad in the other as he sat on an array of red velvet cushions which looked as if a thousand bodies before him had sat down in his exact place. The room smelt pungently of what one could only assume was a mixture of shit, alcohol and vomit - accompanied by the obnoxious smell that the Hutt himself emitted. Despite this, however, he was relatively at home as he idly tapped through his data-pad, prepping for the Insurgency contacts arrival whilst ignoring the Twi'lek women dancing on poles in front of him, desperately vying for his attention in hopes that they would receive their tips for the night. His droids suddenly returned to his sides, indicating that the room was all clear for the Insurgencies arrival.
Transmitting the coordinates to the meeting place, now all he had to do was wait.
@Aberforth
Operating on the belief that the Insurgency would be less likely to cause a scene in a public place as well as the fact that they would feel more comfortable to meet with him in person, Klombus took to hiring a private room in the dingiest Cantina in the most populated city on the planet, a place known as 'The Bloated Dragonfly'. Due to the fact that he was a Hutt, the inhabitants of the den of scum and villainy were more than happy to allow him a private room to operate in for the night accompanied by their most finest dances, for a large sum of credits of course.
And so the Hutt sat in a room which was more suited for his ancestors than a more civilised Hutt such as himself. A glass of Hutt bile in one hand and a data pad in the other as he sat on an array of red velvet cushions which looked as if a thousand bodies before him had sat down in his exact place. The room smelt pungently of what one could only assume was a mixture of shit, alcohol and vomit - accompanied by the obnoxious smell that the Hutt himself emitted. Despite this, however, he was relatively at home as he idly tapped through his data-pad, prepping for the Insurgency contacts arrival whilst ignoring the Twi'lek women dancing on poles in front of him, desperately vying for his attention in hopes that they would receive their tips for the night. His droids suddenly returned to his sides, indicating that the room was all clear for the Insurgencies arrival.
Transmitting the coordinates to the meeting place, now all he had to do was wait.
@Aberforth