An Offer you cannot refuse.

[Norbaal Fanth]

Parduula's Place was one of the finest nesting grounds of scum and villainy on Taris.

Nestled in the undercity of the ecumenopolis, it was dominated by a large circular room accessable via a street level blast door, the round bar serving at its centerpiece, atop which a large aqarium rested. Off to the left hand side of the room (as one entered) another blast door led to a rectangular room, which overlooked a fighting pit through its right hand windows, and at its backmost wall, contained the dias of Parduula Anjiliac Tuire, after whom the club was named. Like many Cantinas, it was a modest affair, gambling tables scattered throughout, with visible security in the form of a doorman, and then several other guards inside - mostly focused around Parduula.

Onlookers - ignorant of the operations of the Hutt who was ensconced within - would not doubt see the place as a quant, Tarisian Cantina, a spit-and-sawdust boozer, where a tourist could kick back, have a drink (no food was served except to the Hutt and his guests) and watch the games. Those in the know, would be aware that Parduula was in fact the proud owner of a Death Stick Manufactory, and one of the many powerbrokers in the criminal underworld of Taris.

Nor'baal Desilijic Fanth considered himself 'in the know' in this regard, as no doubt did his Droid, and his Hutt accomplise, Drask the Hutt (@Meckabro). Approaching the doorguard, a tired looking Twi'lek, Nor'baal halted his hoversled, and looked to his own detail - two uniformed guards of his own, bearing stun batons and blasters, and the uniformed Exchange guards, some four in number, hidden behind helmets, rifles crossed over their chests and wicked knives at their hips.

"Nor'baal Desilijic Fanth, wata bai neu mee kotka, Parduula"

"The great Nor'baal bids your greating, and..."

"Nobata dayan Droida, jeejee cohai bu henaa jonsa wata. Kloonkee du, goo doth bakanu uba." the doorman cut across the translation with ease, opening the door for them, and ushering them inside.

Once in, Nor'baal made a beeline for the private room in which Parduula resided, the door to which was flanked by two hefty looking Gamorreans. He waved to his own two personal guards, who took positions either side of them. From the off, it was important that Drask and Nor'baal matched Parduulas actions - for such leverage was neededin this negotiation. Heading in, the room was empty, save for a tall looking Twi'lek translator, and six Gamorreans who dotted the room - axes drawn.

"Jeejee cuemhaman uba bo shuda lhonu Parduula, mah peekasa Nor'baal. Dobra bu baee- lorda dee Kankahchonha, an jeejee doth babau bai wanba wa heee du pea jeejee koee joday wahca cay mee chamy kajidii."

Nor'baal stopped, allowing for Drask to make his entrance, and introduction....

 

[Drask the Hutt]

When first entering the planet, Drask was not surprised at the appearance. He knew of the planets history, once a prosperous economic powerhouse now plagued with civil war and unrest, truly a vile planet. Drask could easily see potential here.

Drask followed close behind Nor'baal on his own hoversled, accompanied by the Exchange guards as well as his own personal droid guard. Making his way up to the front doors of the palace, the two Hutts approached a Twilekian guard who opened the doors as the two Hutts made their way into the palace.

Drask felt a rush of relief as they entered the palace, dim lightning filled the palace which was easy on the eyes of a Hutt. Making their way into the main room of the palace, the two came face to face with the Hutt Parduula. Nor'baal said his piece to the host, showing respect as this was his own palace. After the Desilijic spoke, his eyes glanced over to Drask as he began to speak.

"Uba nahchogn tee blee mi, um mah peekasa Zudd Drask, fa baa wa cuova bai manpanh bu lhonu Parduula du cahtana. An jeejee uoh uba cahcata ten bai mee banki danko bai cohai dah heee yanee ukawa.."

Drask took a cigar, having an exchange servant light it before taking a few large puffs from it, awaiting the mighty Hutts response.

 

[Norbaal Fanth]

"Uba woy mi wa lhonu yanay cay dotkola wata, Nor'baal an Drask." Parduula began, allowing the usual pleasantries and false adulation of ones guests to permeate the room, as was expected at such gatherings "Keelya yanee? he continued the pleasantries, as Nor'baal boomed his own response to the question.

"Chaweka baukola, an bu mevag see mah lanka phata cay vee cot hou. Tee metpa du bu bmela pacahla," he gestured to Drask at the mention of the trade in narcotics "...gee neu tee patka uiaua. Cay tee pantebahenu phabeka, jeejee dotmay da jeejee koee doth jahke bai pacwahh dodueu uba bai cahla du bu bargon jeejee koose." Nor'baal waved to his servant, who dashed behind his sled to collect a small item.

He had opted to announce the successes of the Exchange, boasting of wealth and of profit, as a way of expressing his self-declared dominance in this matter, in the hopes to begin to place Parduula on the backfoot from the off. "Sa, hee doth bu kouoiohag dee Kankahchonha, da tee biplata katka doth cahla. Jeejee chayanh tah patka see ukana che mee cahtana poupiua. he smiled, as his servant held the chest in front of Parduula, and opened it, to reveal its valuable contents.

"Kava konzapohh mee yanee, lhonu Parduula?" he asked in return....

 

[Drask the Hutt]

Parduula paused for a moment, collecting his words as his eyes slowly glazed across the two Hutts and their entourage.

"Tagwa, bu yanee konzapohh tee, cheesba mo uba dopa wa yocola, mo in ting wa botaffa mois--?" --"Jeejee cha nan wata che koushonbe bunno, lhonu Parduula. Bu kankahchonha peee uba bla doth ye wanya bai dokanu juju kanwuee an chaweka, jeejee gee chalanh du mee Kahka Dotkana amahola an banag bai jiu mai.. see pacmhanaduee um baw wah cuedanesa see ten tytung.."
Drask interjected immediately from the Hutts small talk, rather amused. Perhaps he could not take the hint when he received his gift. Of course, the gift was not out of kindness but to demonstrate the circumstances in this agreement. Drask understood entirely the nature of the Hutt Parduula and his cunning, manipulative way with words and agreements, Drask had no time for that and wanted to make clear to the potential business partner who held the real power in this agreement. Drask looked over to Nor'baal, not completely aware yet of what the Hutt's response would be, possibly anger or maybe amusement.

Pardulla scowled, rather insulted that this Hutt interrupted him, as he looked over to Nor'baal seeking some kind of response out of the more elder Hutt. "Mee tam pateessa, tee ree bapy dah koneaha tah bo?"

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