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[Nor'baal Desilijic]

Location: Mos Eisley, Tatooine​

Since the outbreak of the AMS virus, Nor’baal had ensured to be always on the move. Partly because he wanted to avoid contracting the virus himself during that nerve-wracking period during which he had been waiting to get vaccinated, but also because a large number of people seemed to want to have him murdered for being a Hutt. As such, he had just completed the journey to Tatooine, for some much need rest and relaxation here in the desert world.

<Jee tanee bkoha biw wonkee bu koumi raca kul rul yay che tah leeah planeeto.> he chortled to himself as he slithered along to the entrance ramp of his sail barge. His Majordomo, a tired-looking Sullustan nodded along pretending to listen. Before he headed off on his retreat, the Hutt had to do his ‘job’ - meeting petitioners.

People came from all across the planet to petition the Hutts for their favour. It was one of the perks of the job. Smugglers, Bounty Hunters, down on their luck business-beings, all seemed to want to get something from the Hutts. He turned to face the small gathering at the bottom of the ramp, and settled down. A few guards stood around him, a slave-being fanning him from the hot sun, as he awaited the first petitioner.

 

[Elkras Arrieta]

Mos Eisley. Once famously described as a "hive of scum and villainy", a couple hundred years had done little to temper its reputation as a place outside of the law. That suited Elkras just fine; he was none too fond of the law after his recent run-in with the ISC. However, he was hardly looking forward to the meeting that was to come.

The young smuggler wiped his brow, wishing for the umpteenth time that he was on a cooler planet. At least getting here had been cheap, which was good because Elkras was very, very low on credits. He'd sworn to himself that he would never work for the Hutts again, but he hadn't planned on his beloved Comet being used for target practice by a trigger-happy ISC Captain. Now, with the ship requiring not one but two new engines, Elkras found himself needing several thousand credits to get her into flying shape. A few thousand more would fix the gun turret and give him a fighting chance if he was ever shot at again. That kind of money was difficult to come by even if you did have a functional ship, which he did not. In short, Elkras was desperate. Everyone in Mos Eisley was desperate, but few were desperate enough to seek out Nor'baal the Hutt.

His leather jacket long since removed under the glare of Tatooine's twin suns, Elkras stood at the bottom of the ramp to Nor'baal's sail barge. He made sure he wasn't the first in line- that spot belonged to a Devorian man who, for some reason, still had his long trenchcoat on- but Elkras wasn't about to let the Jawas behind him cut in line, either. A hand resting on his DL-44 blaster sent a message that even the Jawas couldn't ignore, and Elkras prepared himself to meet Nor'baal face to face.

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