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You will no doubt have seen this is an [OPEN] thread. Please however be aware of the following conditions:
- Open to Republic Senators
- Open to senior ranking members of the BA
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Dinner at the Embassy
Location: The Nal Hutta Embassy, Coruscant
Centuries ago, the Hutts had entreated the Republic for an Embassy on Chandrila, the blessed and most noble capitol of the great Republic. However, as time had gone by, and the criminal ways and manners of the Hutts had become known, the Embassy had fallen into the disuse, the proud Republic seeking to sever ties with the corrupt gastropods of the rim worlds. Over decades since then, the influence of the corpulent criminals had swollen, under the noses of their Republic associates, and once again the cantankerous grip of crime had tightened, and so the Hutts had sought to once again re-open communications with the Republic, though for what reason, nobody was sure.
Denied an Embassy on Chandrila, and instead assigned one on the City World of Coruscant, the Hutts had set up their own Embassy near the odd little district known as 'Happyland'. It stuck out of the sheer sided facade of the mega-towers like a sore thumb, the Embassy, its gaudy lights and rotund exterior more akin to a night-club or a cat-house that a place of diplomacy and class, but that is just how the Hutts liked it. Indeed, to many it was a cat-house, for there was little shortage of 'additional entertainment' that could be purchased in the nearby venues, such activities taking place right under the large noses of the 'noble' ambassador.
The newly appointed Hutt Ambassador for the 'Glorious Jewel' Nal Hutta, Nor'baal Desajilic Koragga, a minor Hutt player from the rising family of the Desajilics, was himself relishing in the bouquet of finery that the Hutts had laid on for their guests, noble Senators and such class. He rested on the arrivals platform - a simple pad that could host up to three speeders - which acted as a drop off point for the great and the good. Nor'baal himself had adorned himself with the tradition Sleheyroni Hutt paints and jewels in honor of the noted occasion at which he found himself.
Blue paint, with white flecks adorned the dome of his head, which was crested with an exotic arrangement of feathers and Nova Crystals, complimented in turn with a cape and a bright waistcoat - under which would be found a small hold-out blaster (just in case things got nasty). To many he looked absurd, garish, but to the Hutts, he was making a fashion statement. There was a reason the Hutts had never dominated the world of tailoring.
At the door to the venue stood to thuggish Nikto, stun batons in hand, whilst inside more could be found, circiling the crowd (most of whom would be armed themselves). The Hutts where not foolish, and they did not enjoy taking risks, as such - all Senators could bring security - after all, being based in the Underworld had its dangers. Furthermore, on the end of a glittering leash, the Hutt Nor'baal held a Krath Hound, called Chomp'baal (the Hutt was not very creative with names). A part of him was nervous, and he decided that instead of standing on the platform looking like a statue, he would head indoors and greet any guests as they came in.
Inside, a band played behind a mesh screen, horrifically out of tune to many, but playing well to the finer senses of the attending Hutts. Far above a holo-projection of the Glorious Jewel could be seen, the only real light to adorn the room. It was dim, warm, humid and generally horrible, but all the lackeys of the Hutts put on a brave face in the presence of their disgusting masters. Infrared lights could be heard humming in the background, for Hutts see in infrared. The walls, unseen to many, were in fact adorned with fine works of art, only visable under infrared, and as such, scantily clad servants of either gender could be seen milling around, handing out monocles that enables the user to gaze into the world of Infrared vision.
Leering at a passing servant, a young man he though was called Rikarrd, the Hutt drooled somewhat, before turning his attention back to the other Hutts nearby. Junior Ambassadors, Career Criminals, Politicians, he really couldn't tell them apart, but he joined in their discussion anyway, waiting to see who else would grace the Embassy with their presence.
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