In space they say that no one can hear you scream… Well, Perla put that stupid theory to the test and proved how wrong it was. Her master screamed when she poked his eyes out with a spoon and fed them to her pet monkey-lizard named Fofo. After Fofo tried to bite her Nunion his mommy sliced Fofo’s ears off and fed them to his pet nexu. Nexu didn’t have a name on account of being deaf.
So, here we are, there in the Sable Chariot in space between the stars. Outer Rim? Definitely. Did it matter? Not really. The casino barge was at its best drifting around the cosmos, sailing here to there and back again while its mistress cackled on her black leather throne made out of nexu hide.
“Grand citizens of the galaxy!” came a broadcast across the galaxy in Basic. Nothing fancy here, nothing unusual, just an HV advertisement that could also pop up as spam on your datapad. Camera pans to a Hutt and maybe at first you don’t know if it’s male or female till you hear that lovely female voice, mmhmmmm.
“My name is Perla, Perla the Hutt,” Perla smiled that way a Hutt smiles as she sat on her leather seat in the Manager’s Office. It showed some obligatory rancor statues and gold goblets and whatsithaveit. “I bid one and all a very lucrative welcome to the Sable Chariot Casino! You won’t find us on a planet, no moon, but anywhere and everywhere! KYAHAHAAA!! Right now, right here, come find us in the Outer Rim! Gamble to your heart’s content! Eat and drink and grow fat and merry! I know what you're thinking, kyaha! Why trust a Hutt? BECAUSE you WON'T find a finer casino or a fairer Hutt in the GALAXY! KYAHAHAHAHAAAA!!”
The advertisement cut short on account of a Hutt hacking from cigar smoke. She would remember to peel the fingernails off the imbecile who had allowed that but the galaxy got the message. The Sable Chariot Casino on the floating Sable Chariot was under new management and anyone and everyone was welcome to come and play…and come and pay.
So, here we are, there in the Sable Chariot in space between the stars. Outer Rim? Definitely. Did it matter? Not really. The casino barge was at its best drifting around the cosmos, sailing here to there and back again while its mistress cackled on her black leather throne made out of nexu hide.
“Grand citizens of the galaxy!” came a broadcast across the galaxy in Basic. Nothing fancy here, nothing unusual, just an HV advertisement that could also pop up as spam on your datapad. Camera pans to a Hutt and maybe at first you don’t know if it’s male or female till you hear that lovely female voice, mmhmmmm.
“My name is Perla, Perla the Hutt,” Perla smiled that way a Hutt smiles as she sat on her leather seat in the Manager’s Office. It showed some obligatory rancor statues and gold goblets and whatsithaveit. “I bid one and all a very lucrative welcome to the Sable Chariot Casino! You won’t find us on a planet, no moon, but anywhere and everywhere! KYAHAHAAA!! Right now, right here, come find us in the Outer Rim! Gamble to your heart’s content! Eat and drink and grow fat and merry! I know what you're thinking, kyaha! Why trust a Hutt? BECAUSE you WON'T find a finer casino or a fairer Hutt in the GALAXY! KYAHAHAHAHAAAA!!”
The advertisement cut short on account of a Hutt hacking from cigar smoke. She would remember to peel the fingernails off the imbecile who had allowed that but the galaxy got the message. The Sable Chariot Casino on the floating Sable Chariot was under new management and anyone and everyone was welcome to come and play…and come and pay.