Let's Make a Deal

[Taz]

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It was 06:00 local time as the artificial sun peeked around a few skyscrapers in the lower levels of Coruscant. A place more commonly known as 'Happyland'. The planet was literally a living mega city that never sleep. The kind of place that would make the cities on the Earth that was look like tiny ants. The city expanded in every direction, father then the eye could ever see. How anyone could live here the merc would never ever understand.

What he understood even less was why the Hutts were here, and more or less legitimately on a core world, in the center of the Republic. The Hutts were crime lords of the far rim, not political movers and shakers. It was somewhat less of a surprise however that the slug making the new political move was one he knew as a young man. Nor'baal.

Jett took one last puff from his Nobian made cigar and drank the last slug of his Corellian brandy turned and went back inside his hotel suit. Before him on the bed was a dark pink skinned Zelton whose name he vaguely remembered as Zorra or maybe Zena. It made little difference at the time they met and not much more at the moment. The great Ambassador Nor'baal had sent his regards and a gift to a friend of the Hutt families. There wasn't a lot of talking after that, or not conversation anyway.

The newly appointed Overseer of Operations for Czerka Corp took her for what she really was. Prepayment for future business. It was after all why the merc was here, why he came to the planet and more importantly the party the night before. The Hutt's had slaves and spice based drugs, both would be a useful asset to the to Czerka if Jett could broker a deal with his one time employer.

(@Nor'baal )

 

[Nor'baal Desajilic]

OOC: Sorry my reply is so late.​

Nor'baal was late, and he knew it. Tutting as he made his way, under the his own power, into the area in which he was due to meet his associate, the Hutt only hoped that his gift to Mr. Nova had been sufficient to keep the man entertained. He hoped to make a rather lucrative deal - or at least to broker it - between the Hutt Clans and Czerka today, and Nor'baal Desajilic would of course collect a health finders fee from such an arranagement.

His Minstrel-Class Yacht, on loan from the Embassy, had arrived some time ago, and the Hutt had swiftly made his way through 'Happyland' to get here, two Rodian Thugs serving as security against any idiotic thieves. Within his sled could be found a few compartments holding a blaster pistol, several small explosive grenades and the usual 'dietary requirements' the Hutt carried with him.

Arriving at the meeting place, the Hutt instructed the consierge droid to inform his host that he had arrived, the two rodian thugs, their hands hovering over their blasters and shock sticks, standing either side of the buildings door - turning anyone away who attempted to come in.

 

[Taz]

Now free of the party, and a little less at risk of being shot at. Jett chose to dress in clothing a little more fitting to his personality and set the mood of the meeting to something the Hutt would be used to seeing from the young man he knew before both their rise to power. Jett chose a loud colored cartoon t-shirt that was perhaps a size small or at least showed off the faked he was in more the fit condition. Dark brown cargo utility pants and brown boots finished the outfit.

In a not so subtle nod to his guest, former employer and perhaps soon business partner. Jett would then proceed to dress his prize in the fashion of a traditional female slave, chain collar and all. Not surprisingly the Zeltron put up no protest. In fact she almost welcomed the collar.

The two of them were no sooner ready to greet the Ambassador when the doorbell rang. Zorra would answer as she carried her own chain leash and opened the door. A butler droid would greet her and announce that the Hutt was ready and waiting. Hearing the droid speak Jett would waste no time. Joining Zorra's side he took the chain and without looking at the woman assassin said, "Slaves first". Again the woman did not protest, rather moved her hands behind her and led on down the hall after the droid as if she were a prized showdog.

The pair would enter the room and the Zeltron would bow her head at the Hutt, then moving aside to make room in the doorway for the Czerka Overseer. Who gave a head bow only and a cocked smile. One of the Rodians would moved to the two of them and leaning as if he was intending to search Jett. The merc was about to educate the alien of what an error it would be when his slave bodyguard chimed in and beat him to the punch.

"Dare to touch my Overseer and I will remove your hands from your body", she would say in what was a soft sultry voice that carried the venom of a Kashyyyk pit viper.

 

[Nor'baal Desajilic]

Nor'baal sneering as the slave threatened one of his guards, indeed how an untrained slave would hope to take down a Rodian Hitman, the Hutt found it hard to comprehend. Regardless, he chirped in anyway, cutting across the slaves little outburst with his booming voice

<Remember your place Slave, you will speak when you are spoken to.> he snarled, hoping he would not be given cause to regret making such a gift of her.

The Rodians, he sent outside, to wait by the door - as they had been told to do earlier, but apparently had not done so. They left the room, standing outside the door so as to deny entry to anyone seeking to enter the meeting without the Hutts permission. Gesturing to a section of the room in which they could talk, the Hutt spoke again <I trust the girl can be counted on to keep silent?> he enquired, as he moved his sled over to an open area of the room so that they could get down to business.

 

[Taz]

Jett raised an eyebrow at the Hutt as he grumbled his displeasure in the woman's reaction. "Don't gift me a guard dog and then acted surprised when she barks." He answered back. Pulling the chain leashed to her neck to call the slave bodyguard behind but at his right. The Overseer would then watch carefully as the Rodian was sent away. It wasn't the exact way the merc wanted to start the meeting but what was done was done.

The Overseer would then move as the Hutt gestured and find a comfortable chair that looked something like a poor working man's thrown. Jett sat as his Zeltron companion once more stood behind but at his right, as if trained to do so and answer at the snap of a finger. Or whatever it was the Hutt's called their greasy hands. Nor'baal would then oddly question to slaves ability to seal her lips as if the woman wasn't trained to be silent and lethal and well as sexually pleasing by the very slug who asked the question. Or at the very least by one of his loyal subjects.

Jett decided to ignore the question and wave his hand as if to excuse her. The Zeltron would bow her head toward both man and slug and then exit the room. Now a lone the hutt moved his sled till he felt more comfortable.

"Let's get to it then. I'm here because my company is looking to expand our.....labor force. We have the first of several operational mines on Tatooine and are looking to increase our production with slave labor. I was authorized to find a secure source for such things and I could think of no one better." Jett spoke forwardly and with confidence.

 

[Nor'baal Desajilic]

"Let's get to it then. I'm here because my company is looking to expand our.....labor force. We have the first of several operational mines on Tatooine and are looking to increase our production with slave labor. I was authorized to find a secure source for such things and I could think of no one better." Jett spoke forwardly and with confidence.

As the talk of business began with haste, the Hutt found himself feeling considerably more at ease, for the cut and thrust of negotiation played more to his talents that anything else did. Settling a tad into his hoversled, the Gastropod eyes the young slave leave with suspicion. A little to mouthy that one, he thought to himsel - unimpressed with the way she had acted toward her superiors.

Regardless, she was now gone out of his sight, and ergo out of his mind, there was talk of credits to be made now. Whilst Nor'baal could not dictate the actions of the Hutt Clans, he could speak as to their interests, and the mans proposal clearly played into the hands of some of the Clans he new of.

Nodding slowly, he looked at the man - never more thankful for diplomatic immunity than he was now - and said <

Any preference on species?>

 

[Taz]

Jett raised an eyebrow at the Hutt's question. He truthfully hadn't thought about species, only that the Wookies captured on Kashyyyk would not work out due to the heat and heavy work load. The Overseer had guessed that such labor would kill the creatures before the company could ever make a profit. He sat back in the chair and thought a moment.

"Anything that tolerate the intense heat will do fine", he finally answered. "I will also soon have a need for entertainers and the like. Nothing of Zorra's caliber or skill of course but working men and women all the same, to provide a much needed way to release after a long day of security and supervising", he continued. Of course speaking of his other company men and not the sad lot that would be working the mines.

As the Ambassador thought on the answer and perhaps what it could take to fill such an order, Jett decided to sweeten the pot. "Credits are king of course but we can also offer a trade, ore, tech, weapons. We can offer many different payment options and it will all look above board and legal".