Ask Hear Us Roar

[Cheriss Ktrame]

The state of the man’s drunkenness didn’t escape her as Cheriss looked him over as he did with her. Alcohol tended to loosen tongues, and that was something she could make use of. That was good— because the sooner she was done with this, the better.

“Thank you for the offer, but I can think of something far more potent than a glass of wine.” She smiled at him, letting his hand trace her arm as he went on to elaborate about how he’d acquired the club. So that’s why the Hutt wants him dead. Not for the same reason she’d been expecting, but an understandable one nonetheless.

“Oh, I promise your secret will be safe with me.” She leaned into his kiss, lips lightly grazing his before she pulled away with a teasing smile.

“I haven’t met many men who could outswindle a Hutt.” She shrugged out of her jacket, placing it far enough away so that it was just out of his reach. She couldn’t have him finding her saber hidden behind it, and she wanted to keep his attention on her instead of what she was asking. So, she would set herself down on his lap and lean in close, slinging her arms gently around his neck as she went on. Knowing most men, especially ones whose minds were clouded by alcohol, his mind was likely all over the place by now.

“How did you manage that?” If she was lucky, maybe he’d even let slip something about the Daggers and that was all the information she’d need.

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[Zaia Krodas]

I knew it! The Falleen had to have been planning something. However, at second thought, if she were actually going to go through it, she wouldn’t have revealed it. Zaia didn’t exactly trust her, but she did have a feeling that the woman was being genuine when she promised peace.

…Huh. Perhaps there was hope for criminals yet. Then again, would anyone really want to see five united syndicates?

“Until next time.” She gave the Falleen a nod before turning to head out with Cul. The other guards gathered in the room parted for the pair as they made to exit, a noticeable change in attitude compared to earlier. Once they were out and away from the building, Zaia would turn to look at the Pyke through her visor.

“I’m surprised that actually worked,” she commented idly. “Now we’ll just have to see if Perla’s going to keep up her end of the deal.” If not… she always had her blasters.

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[The Storyteller]

Gallion Sky
Vor Vanad
Cheriss Ktrame

Spoiler: Music IC [Recurring]

Vor Vanad was half-tempted to kiss more than that.
However, he endeavors to play along and move along.
This is, after all, his palace and this is also his mansion.
If Perla had sent her, she was an idiot, but still a good gift.

Oh, Vor Vanad does like a woman who drinks.
He also likes a woman who doesn’t make it easy.
OooOooOooOoo you sly foxy minx of a pretty thing!
He can think of something more potent than clinking.

Of the glasses, yes, that is.
“Then the men you’ve met
...Were yet less than men...”
Then she did as expected.

No one can resist Vor Vanad!
I am the very greatest man!
The woman sits in Vor’s lap.
Asking how he managed that.

“Why, my sweet abode
I shall have you know
I am…a kind of Jedi…
Vor is a SITH KNIGHT!
-HIC!-HIC!-........-HIC!-"

And he downs his glass!
The red wine is no match!
If a man can drink, Vor can!
A lady is a Maze! Drunk gaze!
Skywalker! Grrrr! Eyes into eyes!

He keeps his hand on her thigh.
“October Fool’s! Ohh I am no Jedi!
Had help from a man called the Badger!
Middleman between me and...the Dagger!”

Now his eyes rove all over the place.
Like those strobelights in that rave.
Hopefully he had not said too much.
Either way, all he wants is her tongue.

“Come to me, my precious!”
And he leans in for the kiss!
If a man can kiss then this one can!
And his name is the great Vor Vanad!

Maybe Cheriss wants more info.
But Vad will pass out soon though.
So that is all the intel she will get then.
Vanad is a wretch...whatever comes next.

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[Cul Laaster]

Bodoko Street
Cul Laaster
Zaia Krodas

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

One thing
Within these
Meeting scenes
Is that everyone
Trusts to kill one
Another and then
Their mothers next.

A Pyke knew that a Falleen
Said what she was planning
Because he knew she knew
Those intentions might be theirs too
The moment they entered the room.
There was a reason your enemy
Was told to check guns, everything
At the door before entering, of course.

Right now, war was bad for business.
Criminals bit their tongues—like a Pyke.
Xuala Semleem has learned her lessons.
But she still intends a Hutt’s head on a pike.

Whether a Mandalorian could see it.
A Pyke didn’t need to see to believe.
With or without his eyes, he can see.
The snake’s tongue can taste deceit.

Down the street.
“Xuala Semleem
Is a Falleen
And is crafty.”
Like me.
A Pyke thinks.

“She is indeed a
Businesswoman.”
A Pyke’s shrug.
“So she thinks.”
Moving of feet.

“She has simply
Tabled her betrayal.”
Right, left, west then east.
“When you play this game of thrones
You can always trust your enemies
To at some point stab you. Up close.
Whether chest, whether the back.
You can trust…that they will stab.”

Is a Mandalorian a Pyke’s enemy?
At the door again, he may wait to see.
A Pyke could someday use such an ally.
For now…his other rival…is Perla the Hutt.

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[Cheriss Ktrame]

“A Sith? …Impressive.” Cheriss doubted that, but then again, the man was drunk. She debated on whether or not to kill him right then and there since he clearly didn’t know what he was saying, but then he continued.

There it was. The Badger had connections to the Daggers, and that was what she needed to know.

When he leaned in this time, Cheriss would pull him close when their lips met, her left hand gently cradling the back of his head as her right hand trailed down his chest. It came to a stop as soon as she felt his heart thumping beneath, a beat so erratic that she was mildly surprised it hadn’t caused him to pass out yet. And then she began to squeeze.

She felt him struggle, try to scream, but to no avail. The kiss he was now locked in prevented him from calling for help, and the more he attempted to move the harder she would push on his heart. His pulse sped up, and as she clenched her right hand into a fist, she felt his heart give way entirely. Vanad stopped fighting, and it was only then that she let his head and his body fall back on the bed. She exhaled, catching her breath before standing up again.

“Good riddance.” Cheriss pulled her jacket over to her with the Force. Opening the door, she would put it on again as she walked out. Her eyes met Zad’s, and surprisingly she saw that the others who had been in the room were gone. Maybe that was for the better.

“There's something you should know.”

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[Zaia Krodas]

“A businesswoman!” Zaia snorted. “She can use all the euphemisms she’d like.” It didn’t change the fact that she would resort to cold-blooded murder if someone said the wrong thing. She and Cul had both seen it for themselves.

However, what the Pyke said next was true. She didn’t like to admit that a spice dealer of all beings was right, but that was what it was. She’d seen it on Mandalore, and even today she still couldn’t fathom how her own brothers and sisters by creed could turn on one of their own at the whim of a stranger and a Sith, no less.

“Unfortunate, but true,” she agreed. "Now let's go see if Perla is any better."

The pair would soon make their way back to The Pool, where they would be waiting on Zad and and whoever the other woman was. As they approached the throne room, she couldn’t help thinking that if anything had happened to him, she’d happily beat her up for him.

@Die Shize

 

[Cul Laaster]

The Pool
Cul Laaster
Zaia Krodas

Spoiler: Music IC

In a casino.
Called The Pool.
It’s where they go.
Though neither’s a fool.

For all they knew, Zaia
And Cul could be heading
Into a trap. Yes. Just like a
Fly. Thinks a Pyke. Thinking
Of what Perla the Hutt might be
Dreaming up to cook a Pyke alive.

There he sits but that one bar is full.
A Pyke walks up. “That’s my stool.”
The man doesn’t budge. Violence
Is in two eyes, both so very violet.

The man gets up and leaves.
Cul Laaster takes to his seat.
Sees a menu. No time to eat.
Still, had to wait for the meet.

Perla had earlier informed the team
Of would-be avengers about how
They had to all four be together
When they go to that casino.

There was the Pyke.
And a Mando woman.
“One glass of red wine.
Terlot.” Tells barkeep man.

And a bartender passes a glass.
Cul Laaster, the Pyke, takes in hand.
He lifts the rim to his lips and takes a sip.
It is delicious. Perla knows. I’ll give her that.

The Hutts weren’t always so sophisticated.
The Hutts were slugs—but Pykes also waited.
Cul Laaster and others after him played the game.
The only game there is, the Game of Thrones, so named.

The Pyke sits and reflects on the stars that would be his.
Above the bar, the HV, broadcasting a rerun of Huttball.
Cul believes in legacy, family, his—the Pykes overall.
On HV: Krazy Kel, two Mandos: Iron Man and Anvil.

Huttball is a different bit of handball game.
But a Pyke understands the game of a Hutt.
Just as one passes a ball for a hike and a hut.
We will have our day. Laaster...and everyone.

Around the bar, a casino is in a chorus.
Noises in speech; unintelligible voices.
Cul is yet listening to some other noise.
In his head was a very familiar voice.

A memory enters Cul Laaster’s mind.
I need you to become the Pyke
You were born to be.
Not tomorrow.
Not next year.
Now.

I shall carry the legacy of our family...father...and further...
He would carry far and wide the legacy of House Laaster!

I believe this armistice can be used to advantage.
Cul watches the sports feature but thinks of a Sith.
Words are wind but for you I may have a proposition.
Whether you like Perla’s answer, we may yet talk after.

Cul wonders what a Sith might think she can benefit from him.
Whatever information she was looking for, it might yet help his.
Either way, for Cul Laaster, this was ever and again just business.
Music—ceiling speakers wind and string—a Secret Place this is.

"You remind me of someone."
Mind drifting while he is waiting.
Blinks at HV, speaking to Mandalorian.
"Was here not long ago. Red gold woman."

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[Zad Ruzed]

The Pool
Zad Ruzed
Cheriss
Zaia Krodas
Cul Laaster

Spoiler: Music IC [Recurring]

So...
Zad thinks.
Flask in hand.
A whiskey drink.
Entering a casino.
Catch the badger.
Bag the Dagger.
Do.
Done.
Did.
Kid?

The shape! It’s an axe!
He spots her just then.
White blue Mandalorian.
It’s Krodas for a fact.
And dirty Pyke man.

So much for that
Vor Vanad.
Man’s bad.
And is no more.

The pair had options.
Let that Vor Vanad live
And ultimately arrest him.
Or kill him. So chose a Sith.

A Ranger doesn’t think into it.
For her, this was just business.
For him, it's everything—personal.
The Daggers killed his heart and soul.

Aemi…
“Whiskey.”
He’s winking.
And grinning.

The way Zad Ruzed grins and winks.
Lifts his glass and now he’s drinking.
Sighs an old man by the Mandalorian.
Zaia. And Zad stands instead of sitting.

He had not come alone to this seating.
Cheriss the Sith for the same meeting.
That makes four of us then. Do... Done.
Did. No more waiting. ‘N no more druk.

“Well I’ll be damned…”
So pauses that old man.
He looks at the four of ‘em.
Them characters—our Zad.

They’re gathered together, if not really.
Only two were friends—man and lady.
Whether standing, sitting, Zad leans in.
To the one man and also to two women.

“To think that the galaxy can bring
A Ranger, a Mandalorian, a Pyke
And…whatever she is…well time
To go make that fat lady sing.”

And a Ranger downs his whiskey.
His karkin’ headache’s still lingering.
Feeling generous, he offers to pay the
Tab for all four of them. Then moves up.

The stairs, but this ain’t There and Back Again.
Hear Us Roar—yes—all four—each of them.
A Ranger, a Sith, a Pyke and a Mandalorian.
Bet! More to come after this. Do. Done. Did.

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[Perla the Hutt]

The Pool
The Throne Room
Perla the Hutt
Cheriss
Zaia Krodas
Cul Laaster
Zad Ruzed

Spoiler: Music IC

An empty throne.
No one sits on it.
Where’d she go?
Our Hutt woman.

Here she comes again!
There she goes again!
Slithers, she comes!
PERLA THE HUTT!

“Where is that fool Bothan!?
Oh what’s his name. Buffoon?
Balloon? Bumbling spoon? Boon?”
“It’s actually Xirellius Max, madam!”

-SMACK!-

A guard feels a Hutt’s backhand!
“YOU DON'T EVER SPEAK BACK”
A guard is quickly replaced by a
New guard. The token Weequay.

“Find me my moisturizer!”
Perla orders—and slithers.
“The one that my dearest
Hutt O so recommended!”

“Right away, your Most Greatest
Luxurious and Highest and Mightiest
And Brightest and Greatest and Mostest
Finest and Mountainous and—” -WHACK!-

And a guard feels a Hutt’s backhand!
“And someone fix the karking radio!”
The ceiling speakers were stuck
Playing music and won’t budge.

A Hutt drives forward with her belly.
No carpet—marble is black green.
She scowls at her, glares at him.
Guards and slaves—O so unfit.

None of them are Hutts!
Such ugly karking sluts!
Yet I am Perla the Hutt!
They can kiss my butt!

And a Hutt parks her ‘butt’
Or what of one has a Hutt
On the throne and ascends
As a Targaryen queen again.

“Who do we have on the visit list?”
Perla sits back and files her nails.
Nunion in her lap. Kill him? Or fail.
Personal force field is like a veil.

An Ugnaut walks up.
Passes over a platter.
“Did I…order slugs?”
“I…er…yes, master?”

“...”
“...”
“...”
“??”

-SLAP!-

And an Ugnaut feels
An eel strike him over
His noggin. His mother
Will teach him a lesson!

“I ASKED...FOR THE VISIT LIST”
THE HUTT CAN THROW A FIT.

A new dude comes too.
This one is a Trandoshan.
“At your service, mistress.”
And our Hutt blinks at him.

“You’re Gogo the Assassin.”
A Trandoshan casts a grin.
A Hutt’s finger can beckon.
The Trandoshan to lean in.

“I asked for the visit list…”
Oh yes…a Hutt can grin…
“Not. The karkin'. HIT LIST”
Off the platter, thrown fish!

“AM I. GOING. KRIFFING. CRAZY?”
That Golden Queen is like Cersei!
Oh! This is just Game of Thrones!
No, not really, not quite that show.

“ALL OF YOU ARE AS USELESS
AS NIPPLES ON A BREASTPLATE”
Perla the Hutt is really quite ruthless!
Never a good idea of a Hutt to enrage!

“O! MISTRESS! I HAVE YOUR VISIT LIST!”
The whole throne room was panicking!
A Neimoidian walks up with a datapad!
Gulping, sweating, passes to her hand!

“Ahhhhhh there it is…the visit list!”
A Hutt can kill and a Hutt can kiss.
“Kyee-kyai-kyo-kyummmm-kyohh!
KYO! SEND IN THE FOUR AMIGOS!”

She remembered those two missions.
Of which she sent a Pyke, a Mandalorian.
A Sector Ranger and a whore for a woman.
For Vor Vanad and Xuala Seemleem. C’mon...

It is time to finally find out how they did succeed.
Perla made it a purpose to learn things in person.
But she had since learned of the death of a man.
Vor Vanad—while a Falleen breathes and is living.

“Open the door!”
Commands a
Yuzzum man.
“But…I can’t!”
Says a woman.
“I’m far too high!”
Karkin’ Pyke spice.

She falls on the floor.
That marks her death.
But a grave is her bed.
“OFF WITH HER HEAD”

Another guard again!
Kyeh. I’m losing a few too.
And the door opens just then!
Ranger, Pyke, Mando, a slut too!

“Welcome back…”
Perla makes a face.
Like my picture of her.
Avatar. Arms are apart.
“To Mama’s magic pad.”

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[Cheriss Ktrame]

For the Sith, this was just business. The Daggers were nothing more than a nuisance to her, and she’d gotten the information she’d needed. So had the Ranger.

At the bar, Cheriss would content herself with a glass of wine, casually listening to the others talk as she thought about Perla ahead. She was fully expecting the Hutt to hold up her end of the deal, and if not, she would be more than happy to take that mucus-covered son of hers and bring him to Doctor Sawin or something of the sort. So, she hoped it wouldn’t be an issue.

“Yes. Let’s pay her another visit.” Cheriss set down her empty glass. She could have paid for the drink herself, but it looked like Zad already had it handled. How kind.

Heading up the stairs and being greeted by the Hutt again, Cheriss would offer Perla a nod of greeting.

“Welcome back indeed,” she muttered to herself as she was once again forced to look upon the sack of slime. When she looked up again, she plastered a smile on her face as she spoke louder this time.

“Your Eminence. Vor Vanad is dead,” she announced. “Gallion Sky is yours now, should you wish to take it.” She wouldn’t say any more. If Perla was actually planning on giving her and the others their reward, she would offer it soon enough.

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[Zaia Krodas]

“Red and gold… huh.” The description of the woman from the Pyke piqued Zaia’s interest. There were plenty of people out there with red and gold armor, but she had a feeling that Cul wouldn’t be bringing it up unless it was somehow… relevant. He didn’t seem like the kind of being to be jumping around all over the place. “What was she like? Did she say why she was here?”

She would wait for him to answer, taking a sip from her cup of water. She couldn’t picture Cas sharing everything with a random Pyke she’d just met, but there might have been something as for why she was here. This city seemed like the last place she would find her vod, unless there was something she was looking for here. I’ll have to ask her.

“It’s strange how the galaxy works though, isn’t it?” She smiled at Zad, giving him a light pat on the shoulder before he suggested they go to see Perla again. Out of the three other beings here, the Ranger was by far the one she trusted the most, and she would stay by his side as the group made their way up the stairs.

The brunette woman spoke first, and Zaia wondered why she didn’t just ask for their reward if they’d finished the task. Was she really willing to work for free? This Mandalorian wasn’t.

“The Falleen won’t be a problem either, Miss Wo— Hutt. Cul and I have negotiated for peace.” Through her visor, she met Perla’s gaze. “Now, you said you would give us what we need?”

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[Cul Laaster]

Spoiler: Music IC [Recurring]

“What was she like?
Did she say why
She was here?”

Cul lifts a glass of wine.
Mandalorian at his right.
He is not a fan of beer.
“She was a fighter.”
Points at that HV.
“You remind me of her.
All of you do...I think...”
In conversation, musing.

Indeed a Pyke isn’t being rude.
Helm is a helm, drink is a drink.
Yet, Mandalorians aren’t damsels.
Man or woman—Krodas—or Anvil.

“No offense, but you just helped a Pyke
Negotiate a meeting of organized crime.
Your people, I confess, are proven warriors.
Yet can get your hands dirty—yours—hers.”

There was no denying it.
Colors on a Mandalorian.
Limited schemes so can be repeating.
But a Pyke recognizes as he’s drinking.

“That Huttball player, Anvil, she came through.
To resupply, this and that, whatever else too.”
He might have more to say but then on queue,
New arrivals, Ranger and Sith enter the room.

A Pyke, a Ranger, a Sith and a Mandalorian.
Cul Laaster, amused, lifts his glass to that.
There is a tool for every task.
And a task for every tool.
A Hutt does have a pool.
But a Pyke is not a fool.

---

Spoiler: Music IC

Scene switch to the throne room.
Upon four, Perla’s eyes are glued.
The Sith spoke first—Cul listens in.
The Lech is dead. Bet she killed him.

The Ranger—was also quite that type
To move along and get his hands dirty.
But he had worked with the Sith already.
The Ranger, yes, but also that very Pyke.

“Wo— Hutt. Cul and I have negotiated for peace.”
Now, you said you would give us what we need?”
To any of them—Perla the Hutt had yet to speak.
She too listened as two women had spread teeth.

“Oh, does the buckethead speak truth, indeed?”
Perla flashes her eyes and lips at our one Pyke.
“You managed to broker peace with the Falleen?”
“Listened to reason.” Arms cross. “All you need.”

“KYEEHEEEHEEHEEEHEEHEEHEEEEEeEEEEE!!
Very well then. Of more, I will be learning.”
Now our resident Hutt is kind of slurping.
Swallowing a live eel, O no, she's hacking!

“YUCCKK!”
-SPLUCK!-

“...Kark...”
A guard.
The guardian.
Covered in spit.

“You set the time and terms for our next meeting.
For three—a Hutt—a Pyke—and then a Falleen.”

“I like how you think, Pyke.”
A sly smile in a Hutt’s eyes.
“Oh I do like it…when my rivals die.
But they make me money if alive..."

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[Zad Ruzed]

Spoiler: Music IC [Recurring]

In the room of thrones, so black and green.
No carpet, just marble, golden pillars, ceiling.
Zad Ruzed hears music, dances with headache.
What the kriff is this? Scratches head as it plays.

It sounded like Perla wanted to get everyone to dance.
Sits high and mighty on her slathered and lavish throne.
Around the room, a Ranger counts heads, yes, that Zad.
Counts weapons, eyes ever present, yet he’s an old man.

Between fingers, lifts a cigarette.
Before he lights it, an awkward blink.
Of ‘No Smoking’ signs, bad experience.
Looks left, looks right, his eyes so shifting.

While a Ranger hesitates.
A lighter suddenly levitates.
“Allow me, Spectre Ranger.”
Zad then notices an elephant.

This isn’t Mass Effect.
So moving on then.

“O…kay?”
Black face.
Purple helmet.
No… A...hippo…

“Su’cuy, big boy!”
Speaks up close.
“...Uh…Ki’...dut?”
“You got it, bud!”

So Zad blows smoke.
“Undercover though.”
Ki’dut has his hand
Kind of like this gif.

Spoiler

“Your Eminence.”
Says the Cheriss!
“Vor Vanad is dead.”
Hippo removes head.

The Mandalorian speaks next.
That Ranger’s friend—Zad Ruzed.
Perla the Hutt and Cul Laaster
Just then talk between one another.

“Oh I do like it…when my rivals die.
But they make me money if alive..."
“I bet you’ll make more credits then.”
Smoke to the left. “With Vanad dead.”

“KYOHOHOHOHOOOO!!” That laugh.
A Hutt’s flab visibly jiggles as she goes.
“As I said, that wretch is better off dead.
The club’s now under new management.”

Perla strokes that head of her babe in her lap.
“Did you have trouble? Did you have any fun?”
Taxing, having to deal with slugs, even for Zad.
He likes beating thugs but his eyes see a baby.

...Aemi...

He thinks of children, of fathers, of mothers.
He had parents and then some, no brothers.
No sisters, no wife, but Zad once had a lover.
He is here for her, her murder, by the Daggers.

“I spent some minutes at the bar drinking my
Troubles away.” He recalls the Sith. She might
Have more to say. “She should get your thanks.”
Tilts head to Cheriss. “For putting up with Vanad.”

“KYAHAHAHAAAAAA!!”
Hutts can yet attempt
To tilt their own head.
But barely have neck.

“Gave him a taste of his own medicine, then.”
A Hutt lifts a glass from a tray. It’s a margarita.
It’s a toast. “To the wiles and wits of women!”
Takes a swig—licks lips—grins—like a cheetah.

However Cheriss reacts, finally gets a compliment.
Zad hadn’t gotten to really know this here woman.
Given their circumstances, it worked well and a bit.
But the woman proved tough—even if she is a Sith.

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[Perla the Hutt]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Finally, they fixed the kriffing radio.

No more music drifting from stereo.
Just voices in a room—no music is IC.
OOC is the tune—"Before the Queen".

“Your Eminence.”
Words unfurl
As her lips curl.
The lips on this one.
Yes, on Perla the Hutt.
My Eminence, is it, then?
I can squash you like a bug.

“Miss Wo— Hutt.”
A brow arcs, a brow arcs on a Hutt.
A Hutt doesn’t have a brow or a butt.
But, if she did, how that brow would arc.
Upon a Mandalorian a Hutt can tear apart.

Miss Wo?
Whatt’ahh
Whatta’ya
Mean?
Indeed?
Miss Woman?
Miss Worm?
Miss Wanton
Miss HARLOT?

That moniker was reserved for her.
That woman of such brown hair.
And brown eyes of a murderer.
Of her type, a Hutt ain’t scared.

So begins the scene
Of all four speaking.
Though I like POV,
Not be repeating.

Perla toasts to wiles and wits.
But she’s surrounded by idiots.
Everyone was surely listening.
As Perla again spreads her lips.

“So…one dead Vanad…
And a breathing Falleen.
Both teams have victory.
Victory for little old me…”

A Hutt sits, is not so alone.
Nunion in his mama’s lap.
Sitting, yes, on her throne.
Shifting eye; woman, man.

“To the woman called Cheriss.”
Stroking Nunion like he’s a cat.
Like Perla’s just like that Dr. Evil.
Mr. Bigglesworth—to pet and kiss.
“...The information you seek…is…”
A Hutt takes in breath and then grins.

“To the Spectre Ranger first, I think.”
“Actually it’s Sector Ranger, O Mis—”
And a guard is taken to lose his teeth.
“To ignore the law is O so dangerous.”

Whatever the reaction of Cheriss—
A Hutt is clearly enjoying all of this.
“You want to meet those Daggers?
You’ll wanna first meet the Badger.”

“That’s exactly the name I am after.”
Perla had just then confirmed in turn
What from Vanad Cheriss had learned.
From two sources, evidence to a Ranger.

“Then you learned it from one who was given it.
That link between the Badger and the Daggers
Does not come easy. The man’s their negotiator
And mediator, who this lovely Hutt has business.”

Zad sighed at that.
“I just need one thing.”
Blows smoke but no ring.
It’s scattered like mind of man.

“The Badger’s location and a way to get in.”
“You’ll find the Badger down in Wall Street.
The biggest shopping districts of this city.
Kymmm I need a new backrub actually.”

“All right. Whereabouts?”
Perla’s arms spread out.
“Oh, you do not find him.
He finds you.” Hutt’s grin.

Ranger shrug.
“So I will let him know.
To Wall Street you go.”
“Fair enough.”

Moving on.
Move along.
Nunion purs.
My lil butter!

“Onto other business.”
Pretty eyes on Cheriss.
“The information you seek is…”
Again, hesitating, and loving this.
“About the project of Thur Rashnik.
Those Daggers, he too did business.
Won’t find Daggers where you’re going.”
A Hutt sits on her throne with such patience.
“No, where you’re going is a research facility.
Oh yes, Thur’s and other projects all flow into it."
A kiss. “The name of this facility is Spero Station.”

Nunion—grins.
Forms his fists.
Cute lil thang...
Mama’s lil man.

Perla the Hutt has been rewarded this day.
She has also given rewards—in this game.
This game of thrones, she knows—plays.
But soon it is time for them to part ways.

@Sicadorito

 

[Cheriss Ktrame]

Cheriss kept her lips tightly in a smile as she waited for Perla to finish, addressing Zad first. She knew the Hutt was trying to mess with her, and if she hadn’t had the information she wanted, she’d already have found her son reduced to charred pieces. But she could wait a little longer before that would happen.

Fortunately, she would get the information soon enough— a research facility called Spero Station. She was used to those. There were no Daggers there, she was surprised to hear, but perhaps that was a good thing. She’d seen enough of them here and on Endor.

“Thank you.” She would offer the Hutt a nod before scanning the room to look at the others. She was done with the Ranger, but the Pyke… she would have to see.

For now, she had an aquarium to visit.

//Exit character

@Die Shize

 

[Zaia Krodas]

Ew, a backrub? On a Hutt? Zaia pitied anyone having to go through that kind of torture. However, Perla told them what they needed, and that was what she and Zad had come for. When she mentioned the Badger, she would glance and nod in his direction, letting him know that she’d heard and was all in.

She didn’t like how he would have to find them, but she figured that she could deal with it. The same thing had happened with the Falleen, and that had ended up alright. And this time, she would have Zad.

“Ya ready, partner? That last Dagger will have it coming.” Her right hand caught the fist of her left. “You can bet that he’ll have it worse than that hippo who lost his armor.” She’d already forgotten his name, but she meant it. Their goal didn’t seem so out of reach anymore.

//Exit character

@Die Shize