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[Nor'baal Desilijic]

Location: Mos Espa, Tatooine​

For centuries Tatooine had been under the pustulent thumb of various crime families, a hotbed of scum and villainy, it was one of Nor'baal the Hutt's favourite places. As Daimyo of Tatooine, he made a point of heading to the world often, and on his latest trip, he was planning to meet someone who could be of considerable use to him. Born aloft on a litter, as was customary for his species when visiting their dominions, he fanned himself with an almost comically small fan, and closed his eyes, enjoying the mumbled sounds of the locals coming out to see him.

He was accompanied by a cluster of Gamorreans, the porcine protectors of the Hutt species bullying the locals out of the way as their master was carried through the settlement of Mos Espa's main street and into a cantina under his patronage "Your excellency, your guest is nearly here." Nor'baals eyes snapped open as the flap-flap-flap of his Toydarian Majordomo breezed up to him and whispered.

>Gee hoohah chapteceha an woy ana bocoee bla hee.> he snarled, irritable, before increasing the frequency of his fanning, as he peered around, looking for his guest in betwixt the morass of fawning patrons.

@The Good Doctor

 

[The Storyteller]

After the great Hutt called, one figure would step forward, a pink-skinned, pink-haired tiefling. The tiefling was accompanied by a trio of advanced bodyguard droids that had a sword and a blaster pistol sheathed on them, all three flanking her. The tiefling looked smart and professional and she had a datapad in her hand.

"Pleasure to meet you, Your Excellency, Nor'baal the Hutt. I'm Belhala." she would take one step forward and then make a small bow towards him. "I understand you are wanting to make a purchase for droids?" she would get straight to the point of things Belhala is a busy lady and she didn't want to spend too much time around a Hutt either.

From what she understands, the Hutt wants droids, but how much droids, what kind of droids. That will become soon...

@Nor'baal

 

[Irvan Yskel]

Tatooine had become very different since the last time that Irvan had visited it. The place seemed to be more civilized and the people weren't so afraid of the criminals. Joining the ISC was really good for the planet, it didn’t even look like the same pit of scum of the Galaxy that it used to be years ago.

Of course, even with all this modernity and new safety that the ISC brought, some criminals still remained here. Now they needed to be more discreet with their actions than how they acted years ago, but they continued here. Like dirty, they were only brushed under the nice and new rug that the Confederacy created.

Being its Daimyo, Irvan’s boss continued to visit Tatooine. Being the Hutt’s leading majordomo, the man was responsible for his security and the organization of his estates. Given the circumstances and the ISC presence on the planet, he was forced to make everything discreet, but still opulent enough for Nor’baal’s tastes.

This meeting with the droid saleswoman was organized this way. The place was decorated to show the Hutt’s power, but would pass off to the authorities as any other rich individual wanting to buy products.

Irvan watched the tiefling called Belhala arrive and start to talk with Nor’baal. The majordomo would turn and look at his boss, waiting for his answer. The man was only going to say anything if he was asked. He had learned how the Hutt disliked if someone interrupted him.

@Nor'baal @The Good Doctor

 

[Nor'baal Desilijic]

Nor'baal nodded slowly as the salesbeing approached. She stank of the Corporate Sector, all expensive perfumes, fancy suits and high-end cyberwar, and Nor'baal hated her already. But then again, Nor'baal hated most people. He rumbled and grumbled, slapping his fist on the arm of his throne as he saw her approach with guards, and lolled his tongue around his mouth lamenting <Lohba! Ua gee koose uen Lohba!> he grabbed ahold of his Majordomo <Uba beesga! Jee toupee uba tee bai bauuot hoohah!> he bellowed, oblivious to the fact he had made no such instruction.

Perhaps Blackwell planned to murder him?

Nobata, heee dopa dondichola halnauasoo peedunkey laapa tee yoieu bu pisua. Nor'baal concluded reasonably quickly, as his own motley gang of Gamorreans stepped forwards, hands-on their brutal-looking blades. This Corporate Warrior was about to learn how business was conducted in the Rim.

"His immense Majesty, Nor'baal the Hutt, welcomes you to Tatooine. He trusts you have brought a gift, as is customary?" a rusty protocol droid remarked, bowing ever so slightly as Nor'baal looked on. Leaning in closer to his Majordomo, his voice as low as he could manage it, Nor'baal whispered to Irvan <Dobra ye wanya bai bavaka droida, bai cuanesa bu kouwahe poiahna biw mah bunko. Du kanu bu baua lanka yoieu kae mebenbe kabee peee bai coo doth du patka. Lwaa la doth see kae boya, jeejee hatkocanh ye wanya bai dokanu tah jotke bidchkap see sawanba bai mah baua du bu Yih Kankahnox'a.> he whispered, bringing his Majordomo up to speed on the plan.