A few hours following the events of Food Vhett for a King.
It had been quite the morning.
Starting out his day in the usual manner, Nor'baal, Lord of the Hutt Clans, had then headed to a meeting in his own Palace to discuss a potential business venture with a scion of Mandalore. That meeting had rapidly descended into an attempt to murder the Hutt and had resulted in the death of the Mandalorians and the capture of their ring leader - one Kotii Solus. Now Solus was drugged to his eyeballs, in chains, with a slave collar clamped around his neck, and Nor'baal was wondering just what to do next.
Why had the Mandalorians sent one of their own to assassinate me? he had mulled the thought over and over in his head in the hours following the attack. Nor'baal could not recall having done anything of late to offend them; indeed, he had nothing to gain from it, so why would he do it? Regardless, such an insult to the Clans could not be allowed to pass unpunished, and the Hutt had been urged to execute the captive and send his body and those of his compatriots back to Mandalor in a box. Yet Nor'baal had delayed his wroth on this occasion - something just seemed off about the entire ordeal.
Sat on his hoversled, behind a line of four burly Gamorreans, each with a brutal looking blade at their hip, Nor'baal cast his gaze across the throne room. He had not asked for it to be emptied for this particular call; instead, dozens of the galaxies smugglers, pirates, and much worse littered around, watching their master with keen intent. Lying in front of the Hutt's throne, two trained Corellian hounds sat, drool dripping from their maws, as they sniffed the air, waiting for their master's instruction. <Bidkana.> he barked, the dogs complying.
Kotii was just off to his right, kept on his knees; behind him stood another Gamorrean, this one with its knife drawn, waiting for the opportunity to strike. Nor'baal waved for the holodroid to open the line of communication with the Mandalorian contact, and it hovered in front of his throne; as the assorted scum sneered and jeered, it flickered into life - opening a direct line of communication to the Mandalorian leader themselves.
As they appeared, Nor'baal would speak, anger lacing his tone as he did so. His Majordomo translated as Nor'baal boomed in Huttese <Puohesa kae modanko. Wonkee doth fa da bo see mee ticay, biw wa gauuapaieie catlahah nobata koumi, tah hou woy ba bakang dah mah catau, bahva bai sewapka an sakhee bu bunko dee gainlei fen kae, an woy chakanu bai mah nem! the room erupted into shouts of feigned outrage as Nor'baal undulated on his throne and ordered the bodies of the Mandalorians to be brought into the room so his contact could see them. <Heee kung bahva bai je killya, bai kihba wa Yih, ban bu pantanh dee Gainlei. Uba pihoha banba mee wechtaca bai wen mah nem Konbouaheon?> Nor'baal bellowed and lashed his tail.
<Tanea bai sey! Tee, koose du bu kantkesonh!> the guard behind Kotii hauled him to his feet, and threw him to the floor in front of the Hutts throne, as the Corellian hounds stood and growled, as if begging their master for permission to pounce. The Hutt waved them down, and continued his ravings <Dobra toupee la doth wa Solus. Ne tee bo see mee lanka, bo see mee Lorda! BO SEE MEE ADGAPKA! his voice curled off in a strangled yelp as he struggled to contain his anger, slamming his fist onto the arm of his throne like a petulant child, and then jabbing finger forward at the holo-comm and yelping <Jee oto ta ba pim nallya, Konbouaheon!>
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