Location: Boonta Hutta, Throneworlds of the Hutt Clans
Nor'baal was furious. Since his Captain had foolishly lost numerous elements of the fleet, the financial setback he found himself in was monumental. He had spent much of the journey back to Hutt space contemplating how to offset the loss, pondering how to pin the blame onto someone else, and had been left with only one option.
He had to go home.
And not just home, but home.
The planet below what was left of his fleet was Kor Desilijic, the throne world of his clan, a planet that no free non-Hutt has stepped foot on for millennia. Above the world was one of the best-kept secrets of his family, a medium-sized shipyard that produced Ajuur Class ships and their smaller Batil Pattern fighters. A meaty combination, the ships paired well and would form the backbone of his expanded fleet.
If nothing else, the incursion over Ruusan had shown Nor'baal that the Hutts were not ready for a protracted battle. More importantly, it had shown him that his own personal flotilla was not ready to keep him as safe as he would like. Resting in his observation deck on the flagship, Nor'baal addressed the underlings he had brought with him <Bring us in closer to the shipyard, and inform the Overseer of my arrival.>
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OOC - <huttese> because I am on the move and the translator won't load.