A great immensity sat upon a cushioned throne in the lower levels of the Menagerie in Ord Mantell City. Mordeth the Hutt was by no means new the criminal scene on the planet. The locals knew who she was. But now, after over a century of biding her time, she was finally ready to begin stretching her grasp beyond her quaint abode. Still, it was best to start small. Make too big a move, and the other Hutts would see her as a threat. And there weren't just other Hutts to worry about in the Five Syndicates.
Mon Cala felt like a small enough target. The recent ravages brought upon the world by Za Fenn presented an opportunity that witless oaf, Gareth, had perhaps not intended to create. To that end, the great Hutt had summoned Damon Kross to her abode. The smuggler had been attempting to make a name for himself of late. They made natural allies.
Sitting on a cushion of her own just beneath the great Hutt's litter was a much smaller creature, a woman, Heleen, who was Mordeth's majordomo. The goblin-like alien took a long drag of her cigarette, blowing the smoke into the already polluted air of the chamber, before addressing her master's audience.
"My master, Her Excellency Mordeth the Hutt, Eminence of Ord Mantell, would like to welcome you to the Menagerie, Damon Kross," the majordomo said.
«Meecooda paknee ata fa doi wata, Heleen,» Mordeth said, fanning herself. «Chobaso bai Ahu konkaui, Damon Kross. Jee panweba uba gee boonowa mee jazaee baplamkadi?» @Zay