The Jabbas Delight was one of the places to be since the Hutts had been 'reminded' to leave Nar Shaddaa. A fancy-looking sail barge floating off the entertainment district of an Ubrikkian city, it was the toast of the town, and where a sizable number of Hutts, Smugglers and other unsavoury types enjoyed hanging out.
Wriggling his way into the entrance lobby, Nor'baal Desilijic Fa'athra took in the room, clocking some of the greats in the upper gallery.
<Devaro bu Deathrunner! Jee babau goo kotky bu bahh see Yemahatmola skappa joppay goo doth ata donocha- bo!> he mumbled to himself as he saw a dashing man, a Twi'lek on each arm as he supped on a cocktail that made Nor'baals mouth water. <Dooo cay mah chawinu caka, fa nah doth biweoo bai san bo gusha.> he chuckled, making his way further back into the bar, where the 'cheaper alternatives' tended to hang out.
"Most illustrious Nor'baal, do you think it wise to rely on these scum?"
Nor'baal ignored his droid, as he often did. For a protocol droid, the 3PO unit was not exactly very tactful.
<Uba saconba mah boha Droida? Bu lhonu Nor'baal bla haku goo doth woy." he wallowed in his own self-adulation, as he clocked a booth with an empty recliner in it. Nestling himself in, he narrowed his beady eyes, clocking a weather-beaten man at the bar, who might as well have had 'scumbag' written on his forehead.
At his command, his droid toddled over, and spoke.
"His great and illustrious majesty, Nor'baal Desilijic Fa'athra commands that you prostrate yourself before his great immensity, for the discussion of commerce."
The droid stared.
"My master would like to hire you." it added, more succinctly.
@Ecclessey
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