Nor'baal was doing what he loved to do the most ... tallying up his profits. The Hutt scoundrel bent over his datapad, his stubby fingers instructing the machine to calculate the percentage returns, minus his own prestigious expenses of course, of the recent ventures its owner had been engaged. The resulting figures made the Hutt laugh <Ho, Ho, Ho...> in the solitude of his inner sanctum on the Glorious Jewel.
No other living creature was present in the room, on Nor'baals protocol droid, and erstwhile servant, who stood in a shadow laden corner in total silence, waiting until its corpulent master beckon for its to approach.
Nor'baal considered the graph again, and let out a soft growl. Just over one hundred years of age, the Hutt had already lived beyond the span of many of the 'lesser' species in the Galaxy. Yet, for all his bulk and years, he was still considered young by the standards of his species and made use of his own considerable muscle to move around his sanctum. Of course, he had made allowances to purchase a sled to support him, for when he wished to look more magnanimous, and that expense reflected in the graph now in front of him.
But Nor'baal was more excessive than many considered, and the purchase of a sled was not enough to satiate his desire for luxury.
His yacht boasted of all manner of foods, for Nor'baal was nothing if not a gourmet, but his most prized possession of late was something he saw great potential in. Huddled away in an undisclosed location, catered to by a collection of his associates, the great Hutt had acquired a new slave.
Nor'baal had seen the boy first at a society event on Coruscant, in the shadow of a powerful Senator from a wealthy trade planet, both scions of the House Brentioch, and had made the decision that he simply must add the boy to his collection. He was not, like some Hutts, so debauched as to desire the boy for himself - no - not when there was money to be made from his internment.
And that is why the Desiljic shall only succeed, Nor'baal thought. Lesser Hutt families lack the foresight to know that a little privation now, can net a great reward later.
Of course, when he had contacted the boy's parents, Nor'baal had been affronted to not even get a reply. Apparently, the 'Great Houses' did not care to engage with the Hutts, and cared little for their second-born sons. Yet it was of no consequence, for the great Nor'baals mind would not be stumped by a little parental rejection.
His mind tracked back to that night, when they had nabbed the young man from his speeder and secreted him away. An older man, young by Hutt standards but an elder by the fleeting lifespans of the humans - Uncle Claudius.
Nor'baal knew that this man would pay for the release of his nephew, and so he had arranged to meet him, to discuss 'the ongoing crisis affecting the Hutt worlds', neglecting to inform the aged Ambassador of the fact he, Nor'baal the Hutt, had his own nephew in chains.
Soon, Nor'baal thought, I shall so many credits that I will be able to wipe that smug little smirk off Preefs face for good. None of the Clans will be able to stand against me, soon, Desilijic will rule unopposed...
Nor'baal snapped out of his mania, and instructed thumbed the commlink next to him. <Cohou Bacdotobay Tanar... bu bacdotobay du.> he relaxed into his hoversled, and lit his hookah, his hand brushing over the hefty RSKF-44 pistol concealed in it. The thought of breaking this human down, and holding the threat of harm to his family over him, caused the Hutt to laugh once more, as the man was shown in. <Ho! Ho! Ho!>
No other living creature was present in the room, on Nor'baals protocol droid, and erstwhile servant, who stood in a shadow laden corner in total silence, waiting until its corpulent master beckon for its to approach.
Nor'baal considered the graph again, and let out a soft growl. Just over one hundred years of age, the Hutt had already lived beyond the span of many of the 'lesser' species in the Galaxy. Yet, for all his bulk and years, he was still considered young by the standards of his species and made use of his own considerable muscle to move around his sanctum. Of course, he had made allowances to purchase a sled to support him, for when he wished to look more magnanimous, and that expense reflected in the graph now in front of him.
But Nor'baal was more excessive than many considered, and the purchase of a sled was not enough to satiate his desire for luxury.
His yacht boasted of all manner of foods, for Nor'baal was nothing if not a gourmet, but his most prized possession of late was something he saw great potential in. Huddled away in an undisclosed location, catered to by a collection of his associates, the great Hutt had acquired a new slave.
Nor'baal had seen the boy first at a society event on Coruscant, in the shadow of a powerful Senator from a wealthy trade planet, both scions of the House Brentioch, and had made the decision that he simply must add the boy to his collection. He was not, like some Hutts, so debauched as to desire the boy for himself - no - not when there was money to be made from his internment.
And that is why the Desiljic shall only succeed, Nor'baal thought. Lesser Hutt families lack the foresight to know that a little privation now, can net a great reward later.
Of course, when he had contacted the boy's parents, Nor'baal had been affronted to not even get a reply. Apparently, the 'Great Houses' did not care to engage with the Hutts, and cared little for their second-born sons. Yet it was of no consequence, for the great Nor'baals mind would not be stumped by a little parental rejection.
His mind tracked back to that night, when they had nabbed the young man from his speeder and secreted him away. An older man, young by Hutt standards but an elder by the fleeting lifespans of the humans - Uncle Claudius.
Nor'baal knew that this man would pay for the release of his nephew, and so he had arranged to meet him, to discuss 'the ongoing crisis affecting the Hutt worlds', neglecting to inform the aged Ambassador of the fact he, Nor'baal the Hutt, had his own nephew in chains.
Soon, Nor'baal thought, I shall so many credits that I will be able to wipe that smug little smirk off Preefs face for good. None of the Clans will be able to stand against me, soon, Desilijic will rule unopposed...
Nor'baal snapped out of his mania, and instructed thumbed the commlink next to him. <Cohou Bacdotobay Tanar... bu bacdotobay du.> he relaxed into his hoversled, and lit his hookah, his hand brushing over the hefty RSKF-44 pistol concealed in it. The thought of breaking this human down, and holding the threat of harm to his family over him, caused the Hutt to laugh once more, as the man was shown in. <Ho! Ho! Ho!>