With a distressingly loud 'thunk' Nor'baal the Hutt shoved his way through to the front of the LO-KD57 barge, and peered through the tiny window to his right to see two skiffs, heavy with Gamorreans and Weequay, and smiled. Today would be a fun day.
They made swift progress across Llanic, heading from a nearby settlement to the screening camp of the Independent Systems Consortium Refugee Agency, the large noisy ship making itself known in the classical style of the Hutts of old.
Corruption.
His pudgy hands grasped the controls of the cannon mounted on the vessels prow, and he narrowed his eyes to the sights. The raw power of such a weapon!
No. Nor'baal shook himself out of his diabolical daydreams. There's more than one way to skin a mynock! he reminded himself, before turning to his second-in-command. <Duapa bu gehlicbabahinh kinekeanedit, gee bu yae nankica doptkee che mah bauian> the gun for hire bowed and screamed out a set of commands which bought the barge to a halt in front of the camp.
As the ramp lowered, Nor'baal hovered forward on his sledge, bedecked in armour, a vast vibro-cleaver in his hand, and a cruel smile on his lips, as the administrator of the facility rushed forwards. The Hutt watched the assembled mercenaries fan out, and heard the powerful prow cannon of the barge whirring.
But Nor'baal was merciful.
"What do you want, Hutt? Why are you here?"
<Beuanka!> Nor'baals voice boomed across the open space between them, as he clenched his fist a melodramatic manner <Bu bohdon see tah danko gee ba bapahu cay bu pacmoko-ace Yih Lanka, chakaph doth lohonka bai hoohah du moova mee che beeska mu-moolee.> Nor'baal lied, not that the validity of his statement mattered <Hocan, uba gee mah cahcata bai faee, chee sa dotkola! Che du tee pacmoka-ala, bu lhonu Yih Lanka dokanu bu kon see bacepala. Jeejee nan cay mee tonnes see chaieya, piholei, an kiuke cuee um baw wah camai see tah woleuag.>
Nor'baal let out a thick laugh as the administrator stared up at him.
"What? This is an ISC world you foo...."
<Koupahaph, Babcenetkhonka. Peee see tah kacanka, tah danko, an vea bankop mah apiua, doth catabola, dee Yih Lanka! Bidcakeza- mo neyoha mee bahka!> Nor'baal boomed, silencing the administrator once more, as he raised his hands for added gravity.
They made swift progress across Llanic, heading from a nearby settlement to the screening camp of the Independent Systems Consortium Refugee Agency, the large noisy ship making itself known in the classical style of the Hutts of old.
Corruption.
His pudgy hands grasped the controls of the cannon mounted on the vessels prow, and he narrowed his eyes to the sights. The raw power of such a weapon!
No. Nor'baal shook himself out of his diabolical daydreams. There's more than one way to skin a mynock! he reminded himself, before turning to his second-in-command. <Duapa bu gehlicbabahinh kinekeanedit, gee bu yae nankica doptkee che mah bauian> the gun for hire bowed and screamed out a set of commands which bought the barge to a halt in front of the camp.
As the ramp lowered, Nor'baal hovered forward on his sledge, bedecked in armour, a vast vibro-cleaver in his hand, and a cruel smile on his lips, as the administrator of the facility rushed forwards. The Hutt watched the assembled mercenaries fan out, and heard the powerful prow cannon of the barge whirring.
But Nor'baal was merciful.
"What do you want, Hutt? Why are you here?"
<Beuanka!> Nor'baals voice boomed across the open space between them, as he clenched his fist a melodramatic manner <Bu bohdon see tah danko gee ba bapahu cay bu pacmoko-ace Yih Lanka, chakaph doth lohonka bai hoohah du moova mee che beeska mu-moolee.> Nor'baal lied, not that the validity of his statement mattered <Hocan, uba gee mah cahcata bai faee, chee sa dotkola! Che du tee pacmoka-ala, bu lhonu Yih Lanka dokanu bu kon see bacepala. Jeejee nan cay mee tonnes see chaieya, piholei, an kiuke cuee um baw wah camai see tah woleuag.>
Nor'baal let out a thick laugh as the administrator stared up at him.
"What? This is an ISC world you foo...."
<Koupahaph, Babcenetkhonka. Peee see tah kacanka, tah danko, an vea bankop mah apiua, doth catabola, dee Yih Lanka! Bidcakeza- mo neyoha mee bahka!> Nor'baal boomed, silencing the administrator once more, as he raised his hands for added gravity.
Lower the ramp, have the men fan out for my arrival.
Silence!
The citizens of this world have an accord with the merciful Hutt Clan, protection is guaranteed to them in return for payment.
Yet, you have my permission to rejoice, pathetic creature! For in our mercy, the great Hutt Clan extend the hand of friendship. We come with many tonnes of supplies, medicines, and much more for the people of this facility.
Incorrect, Administrator. As of this moment, this world, and everything before my eyes, is property, of the Hutt Clans! Submit - or face your doom!
Silence!
The citizens of this world have an accord with the merciful Hutt Clan, protection is guaranteed to them in return for payment.
Yet, you have my permission to rejoice, pathetic creature! For in our mercy, the great Hutt Clan extend the hand of friendship. We come with many tonnes of supplies, medicines, and much more for the people of this facility.
Incorrect, Administrator. As of this moment, this world, and everything before my eyes, is property, of the Hutt Clans! Submit - or face your doom!