Old debts cost credits.

[Wolf231]

Tatooine. A desert planet that was usually simply too hot, for her liking. If she didn't have a reason for being here, Seraphina wouldn't have come in the first place; not even mentioning that her purpose was two-fold. Her dealings with Orthei the Hutt that had ended with his death, even though it was not at her hands directly, had given her an idea. There was a price on her head already for her past, though there might just be a new one if people found out her part in Orthei's death. Especially his family. However, she had a plan - and that plan involved quite a few credits. And who had more credits then Hutts?

So she had done her homework carefully, because it wouldn't do to wind up on the doorstep of Orthei's direct family, or any of the larger Hutts. What she needed was an up and comer, someone who was likely to grow into a major player in the galaxy - because they would have some credits now, and a lot of credits later. And if there was one thing she had learned about Hutts, it was that they had all kinds of enemies, and those with lots of enemies were usually willing to pay well for a good bodyguard. And she was pretty sure she counted as better then good.

Her shuttle having finally landed, she made her way through the city to where she had been told she could find the Hutt, coming to a stop outside his doors. The guards eyes her as she lifted her hands to remove her headband, displaying her right ear that marked her as a slave. The lightsaber on her back told a different story, which would likely lead to the guards to being fairly confused. Especially when she requested an audience with their master. She knew she could demand it, she was a Sith after all - but demanding things rarely put Hutts into bargaining moods.

She adjusted the black cloak she had covered herself in, it kept everything below her face a mystery, save for the lightsaber on her back, as she waited for the guards to relay her message. She wondered if they would dare to ask her for her lightsaber; assuming of course that they even let her in for an audience with the Hutt in the first place. There weren't a lot of people with the nerve to ask a Sith for their weapon, but she suspected that this Hutt just might be one of them.

 

[Nor'baal]

OOC: Totally didn't forget this.....honest.


Nor'baal Vesajilic Diori sat in his normal place, reclining against the back wall of his Cantina eating som Narla tree frogs as he saw the hooded figure enter the room. He told the band to stop playing, and leaned forwards, looking at the robed figure before saying in Huttese:

<Greetings foreign Guest, I am Nor'baal the Hutt. What brings you here?>

His Majordomo translated, and added a bit asking if the figure had bought a gift for the eminent Hutt, as protocol demanded.

 

[Wolf231]

Seraphina smiled towards the Hutt and gave a respectful bow, her eyes remaining on him as the majordomo translated. She really needed to learn Huttesse, if this worked out anyways. She considered the words for a few moments before speaking. "It seems I am not used to meeting with eminent Hutts, as I have not brought anything. A choice is what I offer, then." She reached behind herself and pulled her lightsaber from her back, offering it forward with an open hand. "You may have my weapon, or you may see what's under the robe." Her free hand motioned to the loose robe that left everything under it covered. It was a tease of course, playing at his curiosity. For all he new, she could be naked under it, or have a myriad of weapons. The unknown had a way with minds, she had found.

She wondered if he would take the known or the unknown, but she would answer his question as well, giving him a bit of time to decide. "Greetings, great Hutt. I am Seraphina Che-Ath, known to some as Whelp. An escaped slave who had a hand in the death of Orthei the Hutt. I have come for - well, credits, and to make amends for my past." She figured she might as well be honest; Hutts tended to have ties in enough places that he'd know everything she had just told him anyways, if her ear hadn't already given away the slave part.

 

[Nor'baal]

The Hutt let out a booming laugh before saying <Slave eh? I have a use for you. You will be paid for your services.> he said, the majordomo translating.

<You may retain your dignity, and keep yourself covered in your robe, until I desire otherwise.> boomed the Hutt <What sort of work are you looking for?>

 

[Wolf231]

Arisa kept her face carefully impassive as she listened to the Mahordomo's translation. Then she smiled, albeit lightly, as she used the Force to float her weapon over until it was plucked out of the air by the Majordomo, or to land at his feet. "I was thinking perhaps you'd like a well trained guard. I know I'm not exactly intimidating, but I assure you that there are few in the galaxy who I would not be able to at least hamper long enough for you to escape, if the need arose. There aren't many more I couldn't kill. I would also be your slave, as I believe that would be the most effective disguise for me, if the price is right. Do you mark your slaves?" She knew that the ear was basically a standard, but had heard that some slavers made more personal brands or the like. She wasn't sure what this particular Hutt used, though. "As you can likely tell by the lightsaber, I am well worth the credits."

 

[Nor'baal]

The Hutt thought for a while before speaking <You shall be added to my retinue of Guards. And you shall be disguised as a slave to add to the security measures. Your ear shall be....upgraded with my mark to maintain this illusion.>

Finally he added <How can I be assured of your loyalty?>

 

[Wolf231]

Seraphina felt her eyebrows raise at the mention of her ear being 'upgraded'. What did that mean? Truth be told, she was fairly protective of it - but at the same time, relieved that he didn't want to use burning hot metal to mark her elsewhere. "My loyalty? Well, Master Nor'Baal, that is a hard thing to assure. I believe the standard way is an explosive collar, which I don't mind wearing, as well as anything else you would suggest?" She paused, glancing towards the guards in the room and back at him. "And if it helps, I don't think your guards are attentive enough to stop me from this distance, if I wished to harm you." A light shrug finished her words, her posture remaining relaxed.

 

[Nor'baal]

The Hutt smiled at the females latest comment, and barked a word in Huttese that his Majordomo did not translate. Side doors slip open in response on both his floor and the balcony, and suddenly 160 men filed in, mandal armed and armored.

The Hutt smiled, his point made and had his guards place and explosive neck piece on the woman before saying <Welcome to the Vesajilic Guard Group female.>

 

[Wolf231]

Seraphina tensed, ready to spring as the guards piled into the room, but relaxed as she saw their number. Too many for her to take on without a weapon, at least. Her eyes shifted back towards Nor'Baal as the explosive was fit around her neck, a smirk playing at her lips. "Well, I have been known to be wrong before." She offered another slight bow at his welcoming. "Thank you. Glad to be a part of the cog, Master Vesajilic." She stood straight, extending her force senses towards the guards just in case. It was never wise to trust a Hutt, but with the explosive already in place she'd have to do what he said, now. And before they had even discussed a price. The large amount of guards had left her in a place of not really having a say in the matter, at least not at the moment. "I'd like to learn Huttesse in my down-time, if you can spare a translator. I'm a quick learner. I'd rather we could talk directly, instead of through the translator, in the future?" She smiled.

 

[Nor'baal]

Nor'baal nodded, saying <You shall have my Majordomo teach you> and waved his hand, dismissing the both of them to another room to begin tuition.

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