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Glorious Jewel? Arkantos had always wondered why the Hutt named the planet glorious jewel, it was... strange to him. Odd, really. There was nothing glorious there, though it reflected the Hutts perfectly. Slimey and nasty. Maybe in their view, this was truly a glorious jewel, but then what would that make a Corusca gem?! He donned his black flight suit, with his blaster holstered upon his hip and nothing else, his casual travel wear. It kept him warm, or cool, depending on what he needed, and it survived most forms of temperatures.
Arkantos had been on the planet few times before, but never for leisure, usually business. But he had decided to come visit the gladiator ring of Borga the Hutt. He had delivered some beasts to him some time ago, and before that been invited to one of his parties after his release from prison. He seemed rather likeable, Borga, a Hutt with a bit of respect on how things worked. He had even been in the center of the arena, although it was to help some trapped guests of Borga, who ended up being drunken ex-Sith. It was a tale for another day, but for now, he was checking out the fighters. Recently, Arkantos had thought of a plan to rise through the ranks of the Cartel. While most Hutts focused on more nefarious deeds such as spice, smuggling, slaving, and other things of that nature, Arkantos had something else in mind. While not perfect, he wanted to start a group focused on protection, as well as a guild. It wouldn't be the most profitable, but it would definitely be one of the most feared. He had no intentions of claiming Bounties for the rest of his career, Hell, he had no intentions of running a business either, but he decided while he was with the Hutts, he had the opportunity to truly start something from the ground up.
The crowd cheered as the Rodian Gladiator fell, a large Whipid towering over the corpse, with the head of the Rodian within his fist. It was a simple form of entertainment that Arkantos saw no joy in, but he wouldn't speak his mind here, he knew better. The announcer informed the crowd that it would be the last fight of the day, and the crowd then dispersed. Arkantos stayed behind, waiting for... something. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something in his gut told him to wait. He climbed to the bottom of the steps in the arena, looking down from the railing onto the arena. A group of Borga's men appeared from a hallway in the back of the arena to begin to remove the carcass of the Rodian.
Arkantos had been on the planet few times before, but never for leisure, usually business. But he had decided to come visit the gladiator ring of Borga the Hutt. He had delivered some beasts to him some time ago, and before that been invited to one of his parties after his release from prison. He seemed rather likeable, Borga, a Hutt with a bit of respect on how things worked. He had even been in the center of the arena, although it was to help some trapped guests of Borga, who ended up being drunken ex-Sith. It was a tale for another day, but for now, he was checking out the fighters. Recently, Arkantos had thought of a plan to rise through the ranks of the Cartel. While most Hutts focused on more nefarious deeds such as spice, smuggling, slaving, and other things of that nature, Arkantos had something else in mind. While not perfect, he wanted to start a group focused on protection, as well as a guild. It wouldn't be the most profitable, but it would definitely be one of the most feared. He had no intentions of claiming Bounties for the rest of his career, Hell, he had no intentions of running a business either, but he decided while he was with the Hutts, he had the opportunity to truly start something from the ground up.
The crowd cheered as the Rodian Gladiator fell, a large Whipid towering over the corpse, with the head of the Rodian within his fist. It was a simple form of entertainment that Arkantos saw no joy in, but he wouldn't speak his mind here, he knew better. The announcer informed the crowd that it would be the last fight of the day, and the crowd then dispersed. Arkantos stayed behind, waiting for... something. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something in his gut told him to wait. He climbed to the bottom of the steps in the arena, looking down from the railing onto the arena. A group of Borga's men appeared from a hallway in the back of the arena to begin to remove the carcass of the Rodian.