From one Slug to another

[Meckabro]

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Planet - Nal Hutta
Location - Keddo's Palace
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The humming of the engines could be heard as the Seltis-II Caravel famous Hutt transport ship slowly made its landing infront of the infamous palace owned by Keddo Desilijic on the planet Nal Hutta. HK- Series sentinel droids would surround Keddo as he respectfully waited to greet the Hutt who put his life on the line to help defend him back on Nar Shadda, Skorphoxx Jiramma. As the ship made a loud squeak and the engines shut off, the shuttle doors on the ship would slowly begin to open revealing a large slug like figure in the ship making his way out. As Skorphoxx made his way to greet Keddo, he would be welcomed with open arms as keddo spoke to him in their accustomed native language < Skorphoxx the mighty Hutt! It is a great pleasure to finally meet you in person, formally. You look good, friend! >​

Spoiler: OOC

This thread takes place after the events of the Cantina Chaos, tagging @Redmerc

 

[Redmerc]

Skorphoxx breathed a sigh of relief as the transport successful landed at the desired location. As the transport hatch opened, Keddo would be greeted by the large visage of the Hutt accompanied by only a single medical droid which stood alongside him, working on the recently implemented prosthetic arm before it would immediately cease when the pair came into view.

Slowly slithering forward towards Keddo, Skorphoxx would lurch his mass forward accompanied by none other than the single aforementioned medical droid, a testament to his personality as he relied on himself rather than his proxies a majority of the time. Upon reaching his fellow Hutt, his arms would open in a similar fashion, his freshly installed claw cybernetic idly snatching into the air as a wide grin formed upon his slimy maw. “Keedo! A pleasure to meet you! I thank you for the invite to your wonderful abode and look forward to swimming in your opulence during my stay” he replied in retort to what Keedo had said, Huttese dribbling from his mouth much like the literal dribble which also traversed down his front. “Shall we get to business?" the Hutt queried, taking a moment to glance at his friend’s retinue of sentinel droids.
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As Skorphoxx made his way slowly down the ramp and on the landing platform in front of the palace, the first thing coming to his mind was the sheer size of the Hutt and his muscular stature. It was rare in recent days to ever see a Hutt with a muscular build as the need for Hutts to defend themselves became smaller and smaller as the dynasties grew and as the years went on. After Skorphoxx gave his greetings to Keddo, he would respond by saying < No, the pleasure is all mine! > Wasting no time with small talk, Skorphoxx would immediately ask Keddo if they should get down to business, living with Hutts in his lifetime this was a common trait he found in several of them. < Yes, of course> he spoke < Please, follow me. There's something I must show you! > said Keddo in an optimistic and eager tone, slowly making his way with Skorphoxx back into the palace followed by the array of guards and medical droid. ​

 

[Redmerc]

“Ho ho ho!” the Hutt would let out a bellowing laugh in retort to Keddo sharing his understanding of getting business done as fast as possible. Taking a moment, Skorphoxx would sharply inhale as he would allow the polluted, disgusting and putrid smelling air to circulate around his system, his smile only increasing as the familiar smells only added to his own already diseased circulatory systems. Slithering alongside Keddo eagerly the Hutt would take a moment to admire the architecture of his palace, despite seeing himself above such grand displays of opulence he could still admire a good palace when the time arose. “Your guard are most impressive, what are their make?” Skorphoxx queries, continuing alongside his brethren at a comfortable pace, his mind pondering as to what he was about to be shown.​

 

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Making their way through the palace covered in fine marble and coated with a beautiful polish, Keddo couldn't help but admire his own palace as he did every time slithering through the echoing halls. The Hutt secretly loved showing off his palace to other Hutts to show how powerful and succesful he really was, it almost gave him a certain high. Breaking the silence, Skorphoxx would ask Keddo of his esteemed shiny HK-Series Sentinel droids that would often times follow the Hutt everywhere he went. < Ah yes, my beloved droids > Keddo would ponder for a moment, trying to remember the manufacturer of the esteemed droids < Oh right, manufactured by Kellenech technologies! I was gifted several of these droids by an ambassador on Naboo. Some of my others were inherited from my deceased brother and father.. > After finishing his sentence, they would get on the very large hovering platform that carried them to the throne room, leaving the droids behind. Upon reaching the throne room, a very large crate with a fine gold finish would be rested in front of Keddo's throne, several associates and slaves would be gathered around the room, greeting both the Hutts and showering them with compliments, out of fear of course. Keddo would make his way to the chest, signalling his slaves to open the crate, revealing what appeared to be a cybernetic eye on top of layers of fine exotic fabrics lined and adjusted perfectly.< Your gift, from me. > Keddo would move aside allowing Skorphoxx to get a good look at it.​

 

[Redmerc]

Skorphoxx would remain silent for the rest of their walk...er slither towards their intended location. As Keddo spoke of the droids, the Hutt would offer a simple nod of acknowledgement when he was done, making a mental note to try and purchase some of his own at a later date. Continuing to observe the various decor displayed by the illustrious Hutt, Skorphoxx couldn’t help but muster yet another slurpy smile, not bothering to hide how impressed he was with the palace in the slightest despite seeing himself above such pleasantries.



Lurching himself forward with his medical droid following closely behind he would board the hover platform alongside Keddo. As they ascended Skorphoxx would idly comment under his breath “Most impressive”. Looking over the edge the Hutt would note the height before immediately moving back to the centre of the platform, having spooked himself with the thought of falling.



Upon reaching the throne room he would offer nothing except a sneer in retort to the shower of compliments that he received from the various slaves. Looking intently at the box he would snap his claw and clench his fist in pure anticipation before the box was finally opened, a Cheshire like grin forming upon his face before he would slither forward, looking the cybernetic eye over but restraining himself from touching it. Turning towards Keddo the one eyed Hutt would offer a respectful bow of his head “I thank you for this most generous gift. Despite the fact that my eye will regenerate in roughly fifty years time, I simply am too busy and need full use of my appendages” before offering a cheeky snap of his cybernetic claw at Keddo, all in jest of course. “Droid, collect the eye. We shall install it when we get back to our ship.” Moments later the droid would comply, beginning to move towards the robotic organ.​

 

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< All of you, leave immediately. > firmly commanded the Hutt as the droid made his way out of the room with the crate. He would be waving his hand around like they were dogs, which of course, they pretty much were. After all of the plebs left the room, only the two Hutts would remain, along with 2 silent Sentinel droids on opposite sides of the door. < Come, come, I believe we have much to discuss.. > said Keddo as he slowly made his way to the balcony overseeing the beautiful gardens of the palace. Once they both reached the balcony, Keddo would make eye contact with Skorphoxx < Tell me, what got you interested in bounty brokering? >​

 

[Redmerc]

Skorphoxx would offer a passing glance to the slaves as they made their way out of the throne room before making a mental note of the sentinel droids which had stayed behind. Slithering over towards Kebbo at his request he would pause upon reaching the balcony, looking out towards the gardens he would ponder the contrast in the contained niceties of the garden to the polluted outside world of Nal Hutta before his train of thought would be interrupted by an inquiry.



Turning towards Kebbo a bellowing chuckle would escape from his lips “Isn’t it obvious? Credits.” the Hutt would simply state, not bothering to beat around the bush in the slightest. “I am a bounty hunter, and my reputation and physiology of being a Hutt means that I am most suitable for bounty broking - it will be a quick and easy way to expand my fortune. That, and I grow tired of being shot at” the Hutt joked, although this was in fact a lie, he did enjoy the thrill of a good hunt after all.​

 

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OOC: Changing my writing style, again. Hopefully this will be the one I stick with :)

Keddo examined Skorphoxx as he spoke, such an oddity, he thought. He held a striking resemblance to his father and shared some of his characteristics, but in other aspects completely contrasts him. After taking a smoke of his Hookah Pipe, to break the silence, Keddo would speak < What did you know of your father, Skorphoxx? > said the Hutt, intruiged, looking at Skorphoxx with keen eyes. ​

 

[Redmerc]

Skorphoxx would raise an eyebrow arch at the unexpected question which appeared out of the blue. Disconnected from reality for a moment, the Hutt’s eyes would widen as his mind painted the past events of his father’s brutal murder at the hands of bounty hunters, his claw snatching into the air wildly while his fist clenched, the leathery brown skin around his knuckles tightening as a result.



“WHAT?!?!” The Hutt would practically yell in Huttese, his bellowed voice echoing across the gardens in what was a concoction of both rage and sadness. Shaking his rapidly from side to side he would snap out of his temporary reality, his jovial smiling returning as it was once more present across his slimy maw. “My apologies...where are my manners. Gojjun was an admirable Hutt, although not as cunning as he should have been for a Kajidii which resulted in his demise at the hands of his rival…” the Hutt says, a hint of anger in his voice as he spoke. Not wishing to expand on the subject any further, the Hutt would look out to the gardens once more.



“And your father?” the Hutt queries, seemingly interested or perhaps just trying to divert the conversation away from his parentage. ​

 

[Meckabro]

< It would appear I've touched a sensitive subject, my dearest apologies... >
In truth, Keddo was testing to see how he'd react and was expecting those results. Upon hearing the booming yell from Skorphoxx, the sentinel droids would raise their guns in alert, the Hutt gesturing his hand for them to not be on alert. Skorphoxx, attempting to ease the situation with an equally thought provoking question, asking him of his father.
< My father? > the Hutt spoke, < My father was a great man, taught me many great things, he was a proud leader of the Desilijic family and was killed by one of his own family members.. > Keddo would let out a deep breath, this being the first time he talked about it in a long while < Disgusting how a Hutt can kill his own family members with no remorse.... >
The Hutt, staring at the gardens, a moment of silence sparking between both of the slugs.​

 

[Redmerc]

“It is most disgusting” the Hutt adds, reiterating Kebbo’s point.


Letting out a long drawn sigh which smelt like a concoction of both Hutt bile and the Nal Hutta swamps he would once more turn his fat head towards his counterpart “Such a thing, however, is common in our society. Nem’ro and Fa’athra, Besadii and Desilijic all are rivalries which cause a detriment to our species as a whole.” Pausing for a moment, the Hutt would use his organic slimy hand to wipe away drool which was forming around his equally slimy maw, not completely clearing it, but at the very least stopping it from hitting the floor. “If the Hutt Kajidics could unite like before the cataclysms, the lesser races would not have such a hold on the galaxy as they do now. Unfortunately, such a thing can only fathom in one’s imagination” the Hutt finishes, his hands resting on the balcony once more as his mind fantasised about ages past.​

 

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Keddo found it surprising what Skorphoxx had just said, as he felt the same way. The Hutt, simply nodding his head would respond to Skorphoxxs remarks
< It is very unfortunate> boomed the Hutt < I don't think however, a Hutt Cartel would benefit the Hutts as it did many years ago.. many of the prominent Hutt families have lost influence and power, and aggressive factions keep pushing into Hutt Space, I don't think they would allow a Hutt Cartel to be.. reformed. >
Keddo would stare down at the palace yard, regret in his eyes, Skorphoxx could feel Keddo cared much about that particular topic.
< But enough of this solemness! > the Hutt continued < Me and Kossack are working together to create a profressional fighting company, will you dabble in sponsorships? Or be a fighter yourself? > Keddo said laughing, awaiting a response.​

 

[Redmerc]

Skorphoxx would frown visibly at the first part of Kebbo’s response, not being exactly what he had expected. “I was referring to the Hutt Empire, friend” the Hutt would say in the most polite tone that a Hutt could muster, not wanting to offend his counterpart in his own residence. Skorphoxx could partly agree, however, that both the factions pushing into Hutt space and the foreseen reluctance of Hutts wanting to reform were both grave concerns that he had also dwelt on.



Pausing for a moment the Hutt would once more admire the splendour of the gardens before the silence was broken once more.



“Ho ho!” the Hutt would emit a bellowing laugh as Kebbo mentioned a sport that he himself had taken immense pleasure out of in his younger years. “Sponsorship” the Hutt states, as if pondering the meaning of the word. “It is not something that I have thought of, but now that you mention it, perhaps it is simply the natural order of things.” Raising his cybernetic claw the Hutt would solemnly shake his head “I am afraid for the time being, fighting myself is out of the question. My body is still becoming accustomed to the cybernetics, but perhaps at a later date, such a thing is plausible” the Hutt would have a mighty grin upon his slimy maw as he said this, the thought of bloodshed riling him up.



“Do you have anyone you would recommend to sponsor? I have not attended an arena event in quite some time. Business has kept me busy.” the Hutt states. “Also, I have never personally met this ‘Kossack’ before, perhaps it is best we organise a meeting at a later date.” ​