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And with the open flow of arms to the cities of Ossus, the campaign began. The insurrectionists were not an organized front, but a coalition of different militias, criminals, and firebombing teenagers given clandestine support by the Sith. This toxic mix of personalities, organizations, and...

In the wake of Emperor Drast's death, the Hutts had slimed their way towards massive profits in the underworlds of the Imperial systems. Given a treaty with wide berth and absolute sovereignty in foreign territories, untold numbers of credits from the spice-addled, hopeless and helpless masses...

Gor'Jarr was indeed excellent, and he felt especially excellent today. The insurrection had cleared the path for open infiltration, operation, and subjugation of Ossus. The long embattled world's strife would not end today, but they would emerge from the rubble with new leadership. Only the...

The moment the Insurrectionists took Ossus from the Empire was the moment the Hutts appeared. Such were the maneuvers in periods of low-intensity warfare and border skirmishes. When outright invasion was impossible, one had to move through more subtle means. Not that showing up on-world with an...

Gor'Jarr merely watched as the worthless flea of a majordomo whispered poison into the Supreme Mogul's ear. No doubt trying to curry favor, secure his standing, in the eyes of his Lorda. It mattered little. In the Hutt Cartel, there was no room for outsiders, for aliens. Aliens in the court of...

'Protector of Ubrikka'? An empty title with much promise. Protecting the newest asset of the Hutt Cartel would bring him great pride, and a pathway to power eventually. Being Nor'Baal's most competent <You honor me, Oyabun. I will call a feast in your name on Nal Hutta, to celebrate your...

<Indeed.> Gor'Jarr replied, flat tone meeting the Supreme Mogul's. It would take some time to iron out the kinks of a rebellious world. Gor'Jarr would remain here until the job was done. The Hutts no longer had a need to act through intermediaries - their family was large enough, strong enough...

A raucous night spend with spice, alcohol, and sex for a planet of tired workers gave way to a brutal, city-wide hangover in the morning. Many were woken up from the Cantinas by the butts of axes - consequences of the delegation of Gamorreans that were now the acting security of the factory...

From within the putrid reaches of his palace on Gamorr, Gor'Jarr Desiligic observed the news while sampling snacks atop his fetid throne. News of the accords and of the following unrest in Imperial space tickled him. Without winning a single invasion, Nor'Baal had negotiated a treaty...

Was this Toydarian...crying? And right in the middle of a business meeting. Gor'Jarr leaned over and spit a thick, slimy loogie into the shag carpet beneath them to punctuate his disgust. But he offered a <It appears we have a common enemy. The Caliente is your rival, and it stands in the way...

Gor'Jarr smiled as Nor'Baal passed the proverbial rod to him. Time to make some friends! The Hutt entourage was highly outnumbered. Thousands of workers were visible, chained to statues and buildings, as they refused to end their occupation of public space. Yet, amidst the chanting protesters...

Gor'Jarr shot the leader's body with a round from his Lightning Gun for good measure. His corpse drifted into the wind. Their skiffs made their way towards the city center. It was a gradual pace, but the city was quiet enough for the two of them to be left alone with their thoughts. Gor'Jarr...

Gor'Jarr puffed his hookah as Perla spoke. There were many ways to skin a bantha here. But how they acquired this world would have to speak to our longer-term goals. Tendrils of smoke emanated as he spoke. <This station is strategically situated. It could be the perfect hub between our holdings...

Gor'Jarr declined to introduce himself. These lesser beings should prostrate in front of the mighty Hutts. They do not deserve an introduction. And, his mighty girth spoke for itself. Gor'Jarr was a Hutt. His name was irrelevant to the little beings. <Oyabun Nor'Baal is correct. Our contract's...

Gor'Jarr couldn't help but emphatically watch as the Gamorreans wrestled. He shouted out commands to his favored fighter out of the two - a shorter, stockier one with a broken tusk. From his years on Gamorr, he had learned their bestial language all-too-well. He shouted in it, slime sputtering...

At the fringes of Outer Rim space sat The Wheel, a pleasure station renowned for some of the latest aftermarket tech, luxury spas, and expensive casinos. Far from an underworld, the loose regulations of the Wheel brought the depravity typically reserved for the slums of Nar Shadda to an...