A Sail Barge was not an uncommon sight on Tatooine these days. Nor'baal considered how much things had changed of late as he sat on the deck of his barge, overlooking the endless rolling dunes of the desert planet that he called home. Since becoming the 'Supreme Mogul' of the Hutt Clans, he had overseen the separation of the Hutts from the other Syndicates - long thought an unattainable fantasy. Yet, that had bought new and fresh dangers, ones he intended to see off.
Today was the start of that plan.
He had summoned a set of pirates he had become aware of here to Tatooine to speak to him. As ever, one had to be careful with pirates, and so here he sat on his throne, the hookah pipe attached to the arm and an RSKF pistol hidden within the compartment at his right hand. Four swarthy Gamorrean Guards, two to either side of him, looked over the proceedings. Resting in front of him, three Correllian Hounds slathered. Each of his guards held a cruel-looking axe, and had a pistol and a blade at their hips - their traditional armour, updated with Beskar stolen from Kotiis attempted assassination, adorned their well-set frames.
Gesturing to his droid, which stepped around a mean-looking Rodian lingering at the back of the throne, he commanded the guests to be shown in. <Donesa bu Kohhodeth, jot ten neu whao la doth fet bu hotpa Jee gee che hoohah.> he barked in his native Huttese, as the scum-bags where shown in.
Today was the start of that plan.
He had summoned a set of pirates he had become aware of here to Tatooine to speak to him. As ever, one had to be careful with pirates, and so here he sat on his throne, the hookah pipe attached to the arm and an RSKF pistol hidden within the compartment at his right hand. Four swarthy Gamorrean Guards, two to either side of him, looked over the proceedings. Resting in front of him, three Correllian Hounds slathered. Each of his guards held a cruel-looking axe, and had a pistol and a blade at their hips - their traditional armour, updated with Beskar stolen from Kotiis attempted assassination, adorned their well-set frames.
Gesturing to his droid, which stepped around a mean-looking Rodian lingering at the back of the throne, he commanded the guests to be shown in. <Donesa bu Kohhodeth, jot ten neu whao la doth fet bu hotpa Jee gee che hoohah.> he barked in his native Huttese, as the scum-bags where shown in.