Open Boonta Nor'baal

[Nor'baal Desilijic]

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Location: Commercial Palace, Kessel​

Ever since becoming Governor in an entirely democratic election*, Nor’baal had been hard at work ensuring that he kept the profits rolling in on the distant world of Kessel, and that he tried to keep his own head as far away from the chopping block as he could manage. So far, it was working quite well. As it would turn out, the management style for which his species was famed, could be applied to the electable professions as well.

He had outlawed slavery, which had nibbled into the coffers of the Government a little, but, by transitioning to automated labour in the Spice Mines, and augmenting this with prison labour (some inmates ‘imported’) he was doing pretty well. Some of the recently freed slaves had found work in some of the vast plantations and ranches he had ordered constructed, and already he had plans to expand further still. Partner this with a somewhat heavy-handed and exceptionally well-renumerated security force, and he had the right balance between economic empowerment and the threat of force, to stay in power.

Plus, he had the support of various unsavoury characters, and an absolute mountain of cash stashed across his various outlets off-world, just in case.

However, at the moment - the burden of statecraft was far from his mind. He had spent all morning listening to petitioners complaining about ‘police brutality' (which the Hutt didn't understand), and then a solid part of the afternoon listening to business-beings wanting permits for this, that, and the other - but didn't understand that they had to pay for them. Now Nor’baal wanted to kick back, and relax.

After all - it was his birthday.

Two hundred years old! If only Papa could have been here to see it. he thought to himself as he lounged in the garden of the ‘Commercial Palace’ on Kessel, the Governor’s mansion currently serving as a refuge for released slaves. Of course, his ‘Papa’ could not be here - he had ‘fallen’ into a vat of industrial acid nearly forty years ago. A tragedy.

Yet Nor’baal remained! Two hundred years of ‘legitimate business’, and here he was, a young adult by Hutt standards, lording it over Kessel no less. Sure, he had his wealth from other sources off-world, but Kessel was one hell of a status symbol for a Hutt of his infancy. He smiled as he thought of the scoffs and scorns he had once received from the Hutt council - PAH! Not long, those senile old fools had let the Cartel into the gutter, but not Nor’baal! No. His genius was now plain for all to witness!

And witness it they would!

Some days ago invitations to his newfound colleagues at the Independent Systems Consortium, and old allies in the Five Syndicates, had been sent out. Invitations to the event of the year, the birthday of Nor’baal himself! All had been reminded of the importance to bring gifts, and all had been promised a night of gambling, drink, spice, and whatever other vices their hearts desired.

He had even closed the Kessel run for all non-approved vessels and had no less than sixteen journalists arrested and sent to work in the mines for trying to get over the perimeter fence to take pictures.

Tough on Crime. Tough on the causes of Crime.

‘Freedom of the Press’ - don’t make me laugh, he chuckled to himself, as he saw the first of his guests arrive.

*This claim has been widely disputed.

OOC - Open to ISC members and 5S members. Other politicians, just DM me.

 

[Xol Zaa Fenn]

Xol was sent to check up on the Hutt for Crymorah- of course, the Great Nor'baal didn't need to know that. All he'd get were private praises from Xol and the Zaa Fenn Crime Family. The Tognath had all of his weapons removed before entering the building, which he wasn't worried about in the slightest. No reason for a fuss to start and would make Xol's future actions a lot more believable. He left his trusty droid arm and Amban Phase Pulse Blaster on his ship, so he only had his dual DE-10s to get rid of. The less speculation, the better.

Xol's appearance was probably not as fancy as the others who were to enter, but he did take the time to find an appropriate looking suit for the occasion.

When he got to the Hutt, Xol bowed respectfully. "Bo shuda, Lhonu Bo. Dobra Xol, bo dee mee Dowaolkahet bimay Gahitlonh baa Wah chee Jaha. Jee nai bai lhokiua uba, dah cohka dee Murishani baa Leuba, dah mee canou du mapkee doptkee tah bonee wagan kounadi pacinicoy." <Greetings, Great One. I am Xol, one of the many Taskmasters over Coruscant's Bounty Board. I wish to congratulate you, on behalf of the Bounty Hunter's Guild, on your endeavors in straightening out this once vile community.> The fact that the Tognath's first language was Huttese would hopefully prove to be helpful to creating potential relationship with the new Governor of Kessel.

@Nor'baal

 

[Kara Zaa Fenn]

Kara didn't speak or understand a lick of Huttese, so she wore a subtle (and expensive Coreworld) translator around her neck that she controlled with an app on her personav. She had entered the palace behind a Tognath and heard his introduction through the earpiece in her left ear. Apparently -though Kara had never seen him before- he was one of the taskmasters of the Coruscant Bounty Board. Interesting, to say the least, especially considering she thought she recognized him as a scoundrel in the Zaa Fenn.

It didn't take long for it to be Kara's turn for the introduction and her words would appear to be spoken in Huttese due to the translator, Great and Ambitious Governor Nor'baal," she smiled as game recognized game and such was the same for syndicate ringleaders. "the Intergalactic Systems Consortium must rejoice in having someone from your prominence, experience and resourcefulness as the new administrator of Kessel." More importantly, the Hutt Cartel must be very happy that it just took control of the galaxy's premier spice mines without breaking the Five Syndicate's agreement that it was and would remain under Pyke control. An exquisite move by the cartel that with Nor'baal seemed to flourish despite Preef Callo's many hutticides.

"If there is anything you and yours-" left ambiguous because both Kara and Nor'baal would know she meant the cartel and not the ISC, yet this wouldn't be clear to anyone from the ISC present. "-need, you can count on my services as a licensed bounty hunter in the guild," and as ringleader in Crymorah Syndicate, experienced slicer and Fixer for all things shady and illegal. It was actually convenient Kara has arrived right after the supposed taskmaster, for now it just seemed like she had accompanied the Tognath as part of the guild's delegation instead of arriving separate.

She stepped aside to let two of the Hutt's own ISC-uniformed humans carry something over. "This is a classical painting of a Smiling Girl in front of a Nabooan Landscape," it had been in possession of the Zaa Fenn Crime Family since their chief smuggler had gotten it from Davik Lorso as a reward for helping him steal back the Catscratch some six years ago, "As Naboo is the birthplace of the Consortium it seemed appropriate," and as a well-preserved classical painting it was worth approximately five million credits. "I hope it is to your liking, Supreme Being of Kessel," she bowed.

@Nor'baal

 

[Flauki Ubbeson]

Flauki has finished up his vacation, and is now ready to get back to business. First was to congratulate Nor'baal on his election as Governor of Kessel. A very big success, and now he will have a great time working with the fellow Governors as himself. Flauki landed on the once slave ridden planet and made way to the Commercial Palace. The Hutt would be there tending to his guests, and Flauki would be in attendance this day. His ship held a gift for the Hutt, but it was a rather large one that would require a lot of attention.

The Governor of Vendaxa made his way in the Palace and would make way for Nor'baal. It would be rude to arrive and not introduce yourself to the host so of course he would make his way to the Hutt and prepare to speak,

"Hello Governor Nor'baal. Welcome to the ISC. I am Governor Flauki Ubbeson, of Vendaxa, and I come bearing a gift."

Of course the gift was not in his hands or in the building for that matter. It would be moved to his stables. A very Vendaxan style gift.

"I'm sure you would find my Acklay very fitting for your stables. She is one of the finest."

Flauki looked to make a friend with the new Governor of Kessel. Hopefully this will lead to a plethora of business opportunities.

@Nor'baal

 

[Nor'baal Desilijic]

The arrival of a Cymorrah member passed the Hutts' malignant gaze without too much bother. If Nor’baal wanted to speak to representatives of one of his rivals, he would have arranged to address someone far more senior. Squinting as the Tognath as it approached his dias, he drooled slightly and wiped the globule away with a bored movement of his hand, listening as the Cymorrah member butched the glorious language of Huttese.

Ensuring to remind the Cymorrah member of his place in the grand pecking order of life, Nor’baal pretended not to listen to him directly, and instead inclined his head to his Majordomo, who conferred the mans greetings <Tah kanwon jopaa chakanu bai chayanh mee bu Leuba see Murishani, mee cuee hhonpieue doptlauang. Goo cuemhaman uba wa nohce bo shuda dah twa cohka, an nai bai lhokiua uba che ' mapkee oo' tah ' kounadi pacinicoy.> the Majordomo shrunk back slightly as he uttered the last words <Bo cohai, cuee daniauee see danwoheth, tee bidwata.>

The Hutts' eyes narrowed as he considered the possibility that this ‘Guild Representative’ offered him insult. He thought better of it, and decided against taking offense on this occasion <Goo doth chobaso wata, toupee mi Sacit gacat, gee goo koose bu paniane samou?> Nor’baal boomed, fully aware that the Tognath could understand him as his Majordomo bowed and quickly conveyed the message to the Cymorrah representative ”His Serene Majesty, Governor of Kessel and Lorda of the Desilijic Clan welcomes you to his party. What tribute does the guild give his most divine excellency, Nor’baal?”

However, whilst Nor’baal waited for the reply, his attention was drawn by one Kara Lok, a member of the Zaa Fenn family. It was rare indeed to see their sort out in public, especially away from their precious Coruscant, a jewel of a world that Nor’baal himself considered home from time to time. She heaped praise on the crime lord, clearly far better versed in Hutt etiquette than the others present, and Nor’baal chuckled with a low rumbling sound as she did so.

Interesting, the Hutt thought to himself as she offered help to the Hutt. It would seem that adding the spice mines of Kessel to his already prestigious holdings had its benefits.

What was of greater interest however, was the gift she had brought. He ignored the fact it was worth a palty five-million credits, instead seeing it for what it was - a well-meant gift, and a show of goodwill from another member of the Syndicates.

He could always bribe one of his new-found political friends with it when he got bored.

<Mee yicei sanog hatkocanh woy wa luto bauban bai mah tee- chaieya louahea, an jeejee sonpa che mee pantebaha.> the boomed tones of Huttese erupted from his corpulent frame, as his Majordomo offered a translation ”The Supreme Being of Kessel thanks you for your generous and heartfelt gift.” the diminutive Sullustan replied, as the next guest approached.

Nor’baals eyes practically lit up with delight as Flauki approached. Vendaxa was a world the Hutt had considerable interest in, and his massive heart nearly stopped when the Governor of that world announced he had got the Hutt the gift he had always wanted!

<Vee bankop tee janu Jee doth wa rin Yih dah Shaddaa Jee gee vee banag wa datka see hee phiauau tokiy bai naa mah chamy, bu heee la yatuka, cay bu pauahau an bapihokala see wa bapheu dokoi! Hee bmahh caiot doth gee ree twa doutmaya! Tah dotkola lwaa doth bu kouriceuala see mah gohnee, Masonka!>

He practically wriggled with delight, as his Majordomo said in clipped tones ”His Majesty thanks you for your most generous gift. You bestow great honour upon his eminence, who looks forward to a prosperous relationship between the Ubbesons and Desilijics.”

Next, the Majordomo clapped its hands, calling in food and drink, born by a collection of organics from across the Ryloth Sector, who began to mingle with the gathered guests. <Toupee mi, Tognath, kava janse gee uba doth cay bu leuba? Uba bai, Jaa? Tweepi, Ubbeson, kava woy uba boonowa bu Banoh see alay?>

 

[Xol Zaa Fenn]

"Jee bla haku goo sey, Piw Nonsa." <I know what he said, Chub Cheeks> Bristled Xol in an unimpressed tone, folding his arms to refrain from strangling the Hutt's translator in public, but the Bounty Hunter wouldn't allow himself to foil this fine event, even if a million insults about the Hutt not being able to understand his own language were bouncing around in his head awaiting malicious usage.

The fact that the Hutt pretended as if the Tognath didn't know Huttese gripping Xol with deep fettered hatred. However, the Tognath's exo-skeleton made sure he didn't show anything. He was lucky he was born with a poker face or else he probably would've lost a lot of credits by now.

On top of his genetic luck, Kara Lok had shown up also representing the Guild and brought a gift for the Hutt to answer his question about simple niceties. Whatever the Hutt thought of the Tognath, it was going to be upsetting when he realized that that Xol wasn't simply claiming to be a Taskmaster.

"Goboba roy an duba kanoh. Yoieu hee dan ree hey du wah chee da la woy mi lee chalya hoohah doptkee an yoieu koo deppee dah bu dan bo vehpe mah bas roy." <Thirteen years and three months. Got so good at pulling in bounties that they made me give them out and get first dibs on the good ones around my seventh year.> And if anyone wanted proof, his credentials were in his inside suit pocket.

When Akka and Xol had no means of income, they had reluctantly joined the Guild out of necessity. Now the Tognath wished his beloved could see how such a meager job provided such good use for Zaa Fenn and Crymorah as a whole. He could make someone's bounty magically disappear with no questions asked if it was small and insignificant enough. Likewise, he could create bounties at a whim to control the enemies to Zaa Fenn and to keep certain clients in check.

If Norbaal had any brain in that bloated head of his, he'd see Xol's next statement as a goldmine.

"Dah nahka see mah pocohou baa lhola sanog, Jee mo uba mah bpuoiag, Jobabasa Bo. Jee gee notke bakenu don bu Leuba, kaa Jee siw kaee bacaka kuna kee tee eeth bai dan boya. Dobra tee wata bai luaha vehpobaee mah wahkala, hocan, an dotmay mah jewz ku chalata cohai che mi- whao kuna kee gee mi, see pacmhanaduee." <On top of my comrade's gracious gift, I offer you my servitude, Exalted One. I have extensive reach within the Guild, something I doubt someone like you wouldn't put to good use. I'm not here to gloat about my strengths, however, and hope my future actions speak for me- if you'll have me, of course.>

@Norbaal @Eccles