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[Nor'baal Desilijic]

Location: The Daedalus, Neutral Space

The Glorious Jewel dropped out of Hyperspace, moving into land at the Daedalus Space station in moments. Its ramp dropped down, and Nor'baal the Hutt moved out of the ship with haste, muttering about assassins, thieves, and quite possibly even traitors. He had bought with him a protocol droid, who tapped alongside him, as well as the legendary Gunslinger, Preef Callo. Behind them, a pair of unarmed Gamorreans pushed a large slab of Carbonate, held aloft by repulsors.

It took them nearly thirty minutes to pass through the security scanners.

Daedalus took matters such as this, very very seriously.

No weapons had been allowed in, no armour attachments - nothing. Even the guns on his yacht had to be deactivated by station engineers. Daedalus was taking no risks with its reputation as the 'only neutral zone' in the known Galaxy.

For once, the idea of not being surrounded by people with guns bought the Hutt a degree of calm.

He was escorted through layer after layer of security to a large empty room - which looked more like a converted warehouse than a meeting room, one door behind him, another at the other end of the room, through which the other party to this meeting would be shown.

<Nupee Thorne.> he would say when the President entered. It had not occurred to the Hutt that he had not actually told Preef, or indeed anyone, who they would be meeting <Jeejee kankahuesa mee lwaa youkesa manpanh bacaka tah.> he smiled, before moving on.

<Jee neu uba melaiet mah wankee. Dobra wata dah wa baheaye ukawa, che yeahe baa bakang doth woy dah mah nem.> normally, one would have said 'thank you' at this juncture. However, as there was no word in Huttese for that term, Nor'baal merely inclined his head.

OOC: @Sreeya @Eccles (@Scoobert for information).

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc was also put through rigorous security checks, and he didn’t bring his usual droid bodyguards. Getting that call from Nor’baal was curious, but Emryc was more than willing to make the trip to Daedalus to meet with the Hutt. The prospect that a Sith Lord had attacked Nor’baal was outright bizarre. As far as he knew, Sith desperately needed more friends than they needed enemies right now.

Emryc wasn’t concerned about his safety, knowing full well that even he could be gunned down within seconds if he tried to break the strict laws here.

The President was dressed in a snappy suit as always, though the signs of exhaustion and sleepless nights were obvious on his face. He was visibly aged from when he last met the Hutt. The two had many dealings in the past, some since when Emryc was a mere teenager.

Emryc, of course, had no idea that his comic book hero was also about to present. He addressed Nor’baal first, “Bu lhonu an dauau Norbaal uba yanay mi cay mee bamibath,” Emryc addressed him in Huttese. He was fluent despite a pronounced accent. It had been several years since he had to speak it, '“Coo doth koutoze biweoo bai metpa don mee tatkasa an woy hee ba bakang?”

@Nor'baal @Eccles

 

[Preef Callo]

Cigara smoke rose past the rodian's antennae as he stepped off the ramp behind the Grand Slug. Nor'baal hadn't been forthcoming about this journey's destination, but seeing as they were dragging along a Sith Lord that was frozen in carbonite and had just arrived at the only truly neutral spaceport in the known galaxy, Preef was wondering why exactly he was dragged along for this trip.

It wasn't until they reached the security checkpoints that he definitely didn't care to accompany the Hutt. "Nah-ah," the old rodian shook his head as he refused to hand over his peacemaker to the Daedalus guardsman. He looked at the Hutt as Nor'baal passed through the checkpoint, then at the Gammorreans dragging about the slab of carbonite as they dropped their own weapons into the container without a mutter of protest. No one in the Outer Rim would have ever asked him to relinquish his blaster..

..he was, he -is- the legendary gunslinger Preef Callo. Preef Zaa Fenn of the Crymorah Syndicate. Surely they did not expect him to just hand over the blaster that held his name?

"It's simple, old man-" the guardsman sighed, clearly used to aliens from the Outer Rim not understanding the rules of Daedalus, "-either you leave your weapons at the door, like everyone, or you don't go through the door." Several guardsmen now tensed and began sizing up the old rodian who looked eerily similar to the rodian from the HoloMovies they watched growing up.

Preef squinted, his suction fingers twirling and the cigara dangling from his lips. Did they really have the nerve to take him on?

Then he startled, <Master Nor'baal does not like to be kept waiting, Mr. Zaa Fenn> the protocol droid sounded strangely stern as it waved a finger and walked off to follow their master.

The rodian clenched his lips around the cigara, almost breaking it off in his mouth, and slowly unholstered his favorite peacemaker. "You better not touch this," he warned as he slowly deposited it in the open container and made sure to close it himself. "I'll know."

Three more security layers followed and Preef felt more and more naked as the distance between him and his peacemaker grew. This had been a mistake, he was sure of it. He rejoined Nor'baal as the latter had already arrived in the large meeting room only to get a surprise that the old rodian's heart only barely managed to survive. THE SPICELORD!?

Preef instantly went for his blaster, but.. kriff.. his holster was empty. Okay, focus, maybe he wouldn't recognize him? It's been twenty years, after all.

@Sreeya @Nor'baal

 

[Nor'baal Desilijic]

He nodded appreciatively as the President ensured to genuflect sufficiently to assuage the Hutt's prestigious ego. Ignoring the gunslinger, whose hand dropped to his empty holster with eye-watering speed, Nor'baal focused on the matter at hand. <KUNG!> he lamented, clenching his fists in anger as he continued <Jee lwaa cohou uba Thorne, bu koumihox'a da nan bai mah banki danko an dopo bai-> he paused, catching his breath as his indignation got the better of him.

He waved for the astromech to bring in his prize.

It trundled into the room, and Nor'baal gently pressed a button on the side of the carbonate holder, causing it to float into the air and turn, holding its occupant upright and facing the President.

<D'emperiolo wahx'akox'a, Hehon-> he switched to basic as he venemously spat "Draugr." the Hutt snapped back into his native language <Goo nan saconba che mah bidkana cay paupe sahuaka chagaph, an bakopa nobata koumi, dah bu Pantahlea.
> he sneered, as a gleam came into his eye.

<Jee canta bu Kacmahea hatkocanh wamma dai, che bo moova mee, nobata?> chuckled, rubbing his fingers together, and looking pointedly at the President.

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc listened as Nor’baal got his theatrics out of the way. His face was largely impassive, but not dismissive. He knew the value of appearing as if he cared about melodrama and Nor’baal could make an excellent performer in the next production of the musical Gamilton. His gaze flicked over towards the Rodian that stepped into the room, not missing how his hand immediately went to his side. Emryc stared at the Rodian for a long moment.

“You look remarkably lik-“ His attention was diverted when Nor’baal rolled in the culprit in question. Emryc wasn’t sure why all this song and dance was needed, but he would always humor the Hutt.

When he saw the prize, Emryc was so shocked that he leapt to his feet, likely throwing Preef into cardiac arrest.

“What?” He exclaimed, his eyes visibly wide. He was not known to wear many expressions on his face, but this visibly shook him. Once the shock began to melt, he smiled. That smiled turned into a chuckle, genuinely thrilled at this. Laughter from him was so rare and unnatural, it would probably manage to make those in the room even more nervous.

Emryc walked around towards the frozen form of Draugr, seeing the unmistakable details. He couldn’t stop laughing, smiling right into his face. He reached over and flicked the Sith Lord’s frozen chin with his fingers, “Exquisite,” He said, genuinely shocked, “kava bu kanway woy uba babcenetky tah?”


He was still smiling and staring at the specimen as he considered what Nor’baal said, “La nah lee chalya uba wa cua dan che copah ai Jee. Tah bo doth bauh neg, um goo doth vehpobaee peee kankauesanke peee wa douapkhe cei see ukanasa."

Emryc turned to look at Nor’baal again, “Uba gee doptkahee kae ateema. Jee hatkocanh gee bai uyat uba cay kaa chaptee an poy bai uba. Jee boonowa dopa bin wa dondichola bom bom cuove tee che mah litka see veiee koneaha," . The planet was a pain in his ass to manage, so this was a win/win. He wanted give something that would ensure Nor'baal always came to him first. It wouldn't be instant, and there plenty of logistics to sort out both for optics and logistics. However, Nor'baal knew Emryc as a man of his word.

@Nor'baal @Eccles

 

[Preef Callo]

NOOPE, NO, Preef thought as Emryc seemed on the verge of recognizing him. He had turned his head slightly away from the President of the Independent Systems Consortium, and away from the incoming slab of carbonite, when the SPICELORD leapt to his feet suddenly.

Again the rodian's hand went for his blaster as he angled his upper torso just enough to deliver a quick shot at his intended target when... kriff, still no peacemaker.

Afterwards he felt lucky, for Emryc hadn't recognized him at all, but he instead seemed to know the First Blade of the Sith Empire. Made sense, the rodian thought, with him also being Darth Raze and all......

....oh, karking hell! Now he started laughing, too!? The old rodian was a legendary gunslinger and quick-draw in his own right. He would forever be the better of mere crimelords and had once held enough power to abolish the law against killing Hutts within Hutt Space. Yet when it came to Emryc Thorne.. he was more afraid of sudden homicidal outbursts of an immense power in the Force than he had even experienced from the Empress.

Just hand over the deed to Tatooine and let's get out of here.

@Sreeya @Nor'baal

 

[Nor'baal Desilijic]

His heart practically leapt into his mouth as Emyrc spoke. Tatooine! He could have squealed with delight - finally the heartland of his ancestors, the great Jabba the Hutts resting place, was to be his, formally. He had known the Twin Suns had been hard to govern, it had been that way for centuries, but he had not imagined that one day he could take a prize of such value that the world itself would be turned over to him. For certain, there would be technicalities to iron out, to ensure that the transfer passed without incident for the Consortium, allowing them to protect their reputation in the move - but Nor'baal would make it work.

Nor'baal saw his Chief Enforcers' reaction from the corner of his eye. He made a note to question the Rodian as to why he was acting so bizarrely around the President, but at a later date.

<Kacmhate dhoiala an saieu see bahe, see pacmhanaduee.> he replied, lapping up the Presidents praise <Goo woy che bo hhinpah, um cay bu tokiy gusha kuna kee bakanu doi bu Yih, Jee chahsa cha fa da goo caiot tee jah hoohah du tee-tocky, an wogha wa keepuna cay hee nayea bapihokala bu D'emperiolo doth banraus du kacanka.> he lied, taking credit for Preefs skill-at-arms in disabling the frozen Sith Lord.

He sniffed the air.

Rodian musk? Nor'baal sniffed again. Preef was sweating buckets.

He really would need to find out why when this was over.

<Yoieu wa hanei see kae moota. Whao uba banag bo babakashowa, saconba.> he whispered to the Rodian before replying to the President <Jeejee boonowa tah bargon cuee kolka, an hatkocanh gahkesa bu chamheu kayihei apoya bai woy kae hee hhontey apoya ree coka, sie gahkesa da bu Pantahlea bidkana juju koucaue- cahuodaha kulle rah.>

Nor'baal agreed to the terms of the deal, knowing the President to be a man of his word. Slightly worried about whether Preef was about to collapse, he gestured for his droid to hand control of the hovering Sith over, so they could get out of here, and Preef could have a lie down.