Ask Just another rainy days work: Guarding a Hutt

[Sskyr Uros]

Muse: Cantina Music | Outside Monsoon​

Hutt Space: Toydaria
1km from the Leleen River
Location: The Blastion Club
Afternoon, Monsoon outside

Toydaria was kicking up a storm, rains were coming down harder than a Gungan on their last braincell. The Leleen River was twice its usual width, and everyone but the most ocean-loving critters were getting out of the rain.

Three swampy-looking buildings side by side connected the infamous Blastion Club. Around it were alleys that made Nar Shadda’s guts look good. You could buy just about everything you wanted, and half the time it was what you thought. The no Ewoks allowed sign on the front helped keep the place classy, with three helpful Jawa’s watching the door for stray credsticks that people didn’t need anymore. The large weapon detector bleeping didn’t stop anyone, just told the burly Houk door guard if anyone had a bomb about to go off so he could duck. Real classy place. Five floors of every weapon you could want and some you’d prefer not to see. The first floor let anyone in to drink. The second floor was to buy their guns after getting drunk. The third floor was saved for people who washed, or had the money to, connections or bribes got you there. The fourth-floor VIP shows were the best guns you could buy, legally or illegally. The fifth floor had apartments and private rooms. You don’t want to know what was going on in the basement.

Chorzu Qurrbo, Scion with the Hutt Cartel, and clan Qurrbo, not a big cheese but all Scion’s had power, influence, and a few slaves to their name. Not as many slaves as other Hutt’s but there were some serving and dancing. Not as many hired guns either guarding him as he’d like, so Chorzu had put out a call for freelancers and prospects within the cartel, as a show of strength for this occasion. A large green archway led into the guarded fourth floor, it was more opulent than the others, today it was filled with food fit for fifty guests and 1 young Hutt. Expensive tables and booths everywhere with weapon dealers walking between different groups trying to sell their wares. The place was buzzing, more so today because of who was shopping. A lot of mean angry aliens sizing each other up, small gangs, and a couple of competitors looking for ideas. It had the place more on edge than usual. A few of the minor but notable scum this side of Nal Hutta shopping were: Five beautiful, terrible twi’lek assassins; a famous rodian smuggler’s crew; a bunch of boring gand who didn’t speak much; at least two rimworld pirate groups who didn’t like each other; and a corscuanti street gang in colorful core fashion.

*Click*
*Click*
*Scratch*

Standing in a protective line to the Hutt, Sskyr in his usual aging red underworld armor, was clicking his claws together like someone might crack their knuckles. After their first heist on Ruusan, things had been quiet. So here was a side gig, watching the back of a Minor Hutt in the cartel. Chorzu supposedly had his claws in some weapons and spice deals, bread and butter for the hutts. The music was alright, but he preferred Core Rock, Trandoshan Drums, something he could sink his teeth or claws into while it played. Sadly there wasn’t any violence on display, just overcooked food, drink, dancing, give him some raw wompa leg or bantha steak any day over this.

*Click*
*Click*
*Scatch*

A twi’lek assassin smiled as she passed. “Watch those ones’ssss.” The Trandoshan hissed to whoever was standing close to him, crossing his arms. The amount of knives she was carrying made him jealous. Meanwhile, a droid brought over a tray of sickly sweet deserts, shuffling along between them all. Pity it wasn't blood whiskey, maybe tonight when they were done.

NPCs:

Spoiler

Use the NPCs and assume hits, add names as you like. Assume a few guards of whatever species. You can switch to the action or I can.

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[Danni Darkblade]

Toydaria was not a world Danni frequented, but he was a man that followed the credits. This cesspool was ripe with employment, if someone knew where to look. Being an independent bounty hunter, the young pantoran man knew exactly where to search. The hutts were always looking to hire the best of the best... but they were out of town so Chorzu settled for Danni and whoever else he could find.

The Blue Knight's armor certainly fit the name, as various patrons of the club eyed his shiny blue durasteel. Moreover, at Danni's hip was perhaps the most expensive set of weapons in the building, a pair of blue lightsabers. Most didn't even realize what these strange metal tubes on his utility belt were, but those that did seemed rather tempted to place an offer. He wasn't here to trade though, there was only guard duty. The building was filled with an assortment of various species, from seedy aquilish to a crew of Nautolan pirates. All were here to both dine and deal.

Danni kept his eyes peeled, taking note of each suspicious-looking character. His fellow guards seemed to mostly be doing the same, with some exceptions. It wouldn't be long before the crew of Twi'leks made their walk by, one that would make Danni crack a smirk beneath his helmet and quietly whistle. Of course, his amusement would be quickly cut-off by the trandoshan near by and reminded him of the task at hand. He would respond with a simple nod, "Good point." Women like that were distracting. Maybe distracting enough to pull off some kind of funny business.

Meanwhile, the captain of the nautolan pirates decided to stand up from his chair and make some kind of announcement. "Oi! Me, and me mates wanted to offer the mighty Qurrbo our deepest thanks for being invited to this event. To booze and bombs lads!" He would raise a glass (already half-drunk), before downing a large shot of fire-wine. The rest of his crewmen would follow suit, while the other groups would look on in distain for these drunkards.

The hutt himself on the other hand, would speak in huttese "What an extravagant display of thanks my pirate friends! Please drink more, and buy more explosives! Hohoho." he would appear rather amused. When the other groups heard this, they would all quickly change their dispositions, each reaching for more booze. Danni would roll his eyes, this could get messy...

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[Sskyr Uros]

Drink, spice and credits flowed. The drunker they got, the easier they parted with their money. Something the weapon sellers milling around were keen to capitalize on, cred sticks banked as soon as they were passed. Over the top, the pirate groups were now trying to out-toast each other, with the other Nikto pirates attempting some kind of drunken spacer song to the Nautolans. The colorful Coruscanti gang were too busy on their holonet screens to socialize much, only the dry smell of spice-laced liquor wafting from their table.

People were enjoying themselves. Free food, free drink, dancers, spice, new guns, it didn’t get much better for a no name Cartel goon or contact. Looked like the afternoon might get away with just a couple of broken bones or bruises. Sskyr was disappointed and the young hunter paced up and down. One of the Twi’lek assassins wanted a word with Qurrbo, so she approached the guard line. Sskyr reluctantly took his attention off of the gathering, and onto her. They got the okay so she approached, watched by about five guards.

”Majestic discriminating Qurrbo,” she was trying to flatter for a contract she wanted, continuing on why he should prefer their services over the dull Gand that were present. Sskyr ground his teeth together, often dull and predictable on a job was better.

In the center a group of performers was going for it now, with some shows of swallowing fire, juggling vibroknives, and gymnastics, it held the attention of the room. Nobody noticed the serving droids, just how many were in the room now, how they weren’t the same as the original ones. Who really looked at droids carrying drinks?

It was about that time when three small red lights started to blink.

Blip.
Blip.
Blip.

One on the stairwell down covering exit.
One on the wall facing the monsoon.
One above the Hutt

Game time.

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