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Welcome to Nal Hutta
Nal Hutta. Also known as the Glorious Jewel of the Hutts. It is in many ways very similar to it's most powerful occupants, the Hutts. It is large, polluted and it smelled like a swamp filled with waste. Thus, when Kaul Solimar was forced to land at the planet's main port of Bilbousa, a by product of stealing a ship whose only nav location was Nal Hutta, he was not pleased. Kaul had two choices: stay in Nal Hutta, a planet dominated by the Hutt Cartels, at least one of whom most likely wanted Kaul dead, or return to Nar Shaddaa where he would probably be killed upon entering orbit by his former gang. Not much of a choice, unfortunately.
Upon landing Kaul immediately sought out a ship mechanic and attempted to get his Nav computer altered or switched out entirely. Credits weren't so much the problem as the fact that mechanics on Nal Hutta knew better then to tamper with ships that were associated with gangs from Nar Shaddaa, which Kaul's was. Kaul went to every mechanic he could find and none would do the alterations. So, in response to his lack of fortune Kaul did the next most obvious thing.
And so Kaul found himself drunk, with a stolen ship that he couldn't fly, on a planet dominated by the very creatures that he had, more or less, stolen from. Luckily, the former gangster had managed to find a nice corner booth and there he sat, watching the holo loops of Twi'lek dancers and wondering when some Hutt or Tower Ganger thug was going to walk through the door and blast him away. Maybe it would be a bounty hunter, wouldn't that be flattering, the Tower Gangers actually spending money to end Kaul's life. Not likely, once word got out that the ship was at port and Iven informed his boss, Slogda the Hutt, about Kaul's treachery he would most likely be taken to Slogda's palace, tortured and killed. Kaul wasn't going down without a fight though. Although he didn't slow down on the drinking, he did keep his hand on his blaster at all times and his vibroblade was laying on his left next to him. He'd take a few of the bastards with him at least.
Kaul took a swig of a dark green drink, the name of which he couldn't pronounce, and kept his eyes trained on the door like a hawk. A drunk hawk, but a hawk nontheless. "If I get out of this," Kaul thought as he finished his fifth glass of the green drink, "I swear to all the Gods, the force, to the creator, to whoever is out there: I will never do anything bad again. No gambling. No more drinking...at least as much. No fighting. And 100% no killing. I will do things to help people. So please, just this once have a little mercy." He filled his glass, poured a bit on the ground as a form of perverse offering to supplement his prayers and then downed the glass. "Just this once..."
@Caramon
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