Location: Palace of Nor’baal the Hutt, Teth.
Since taking over as Majordomo to the ‘illustrious’ Nor’baal, Gannik, a Sullustan of weak stature, had been run off of his feet. The Hutt quite simply never stopped, moving from planet to planet, deal to deal, and expecting to be maintained in the decadent level of extravagance he desired no matter where he was. Gannik half-wished he hadn’t pushed the previous Majordomo down the stairs!
“Have you ever tried to manage the process of moving a Hutt, their guard and their entire entourage, as well as - for some reason - an art collection, from Teth to Tatooine, in a week? And the same service is expected in flight on his yacht as well? Plus -” Gannik lamented to one of the Hutts more pig-headed guards as he made his way to the throne room “- his meals, his security, his collections, his menagerie, all need to come with him!” he shook his head as he wound his way off from the guard and into the throne room, snaking up to stand behind his master.
Once again the Hutt was holding court, taking tribute from the local businesses and criminals under his thrall, and hearing petitions, mediating disputes and more. He did all of this with his hookah pipe in hand, idle supping on tabac as the good people of Teth came and went. In the background some gentle jizz music played, accompanying the Hutts thoughts, as he checked the schedule, and turned slighty to enquire with Gannik as to who the next guest was.
“A petitioner, your Exalted Majesty - their parents where once in your employ.” he gestured to the entry on the datapad for the Hutt to read, as he waved the man in to approach.
Since taking over as Majordomo to the ‘illustrious’ Nor’baal, Gannik, a Sullustan of weak stature, had been run off of his feet. The Hutt quite simply never stopped, moving from planet to planet, deal to deal, and expecting to be maintained in the decadent level of extravagance he desired no matter where he was. Gannik half-wished he hadn’t pushed the previous Majordomo down the stairs!
“Have you ever tried to manage the process of moving a Hutt, their guard and their entire entourage, as well as - for some reason - an art collection, from Teth to Tatooine, in a week? And the same service is expected in flight on his yacht as well? Plus -” Gannik lamented to one of the Hutts more pig-headed guards as he made his way to the throne room “- his meals, his security, his collections, his menagerie, all need to come with him!” he shook his head as he wound his way off from the guard and into the throne room, snaking up to stand behind his master.
Once again the Hutt was holding court, taking tribute from the local businesses and criminals under his thrall, and hearing petitions, mediating disputes and more. He did all of this with his hookah pipe in hand, idle supping on tabac as the good people of Teth came and went. In the background some gentle jizz music played, accompanying the Hutts thoughts, as he checked the schedule, and turned slighty to enquire with Gannik as to who the next guest was.
“A petitioner, your Exalted Majesty - their parents where once in your employ.” he gestured to the entry on the datapad for the Hutt to read, as he waved the man in to approach.