Trouble on Trandosha: Sorting out the slavers
A grubby little backwater world, Trandosha had great potential for those with the wit and lose morals to see it. Unfortunately for its inhabitants, Nor'baal Desilijic Tuire of the Hutt Cartel was just such a person, with wit aplenty a drought of morality. He'd come to the planet just this very day aboard his war barge, from which he now disembarked, accompanied by two hired guns of considerable skill, to put a plan in motion that would turn this 'backwater' into a profit machine.
'Walking' under his own power (for a change), Nor'baal was flanked by four Urodel guards, snappily dressed in smart-looking robes bearing the sigil of his clan, heavy pistols at their sides. Padding in front of him was Corellian hound, whose leash he held firmly in his right hand. <Hee caieu.> he reminded himself before switching to bare for the benefit of those who had come with him.
"This planet has a long history of being a well-stocked supplier of slaves. They do not take from the population here but rather from the surrounding systems - the people here are quite adept at it." he remarked, slithering down the exit ramp of his war-barge and nodding politely to the assembled Trandoshan dignitaries who gathered to great them. Adorned in finery, five of them stood before the ship, barely concealing their fear of the Supreme Mogul as he 'stood' before them.
He went to speak, but one of their number got their first.
"It is bold of the Cartel to reveal its hand so openly and in so few a number." the largest of the dignitaries spat. Arrogance had usurped fear in this one case, and Nor'baal merely nodded - seeming to ignore the comment as he muttered to his two companions. "They are a questionable bunch, Trandoshans, quick to act by slow to think." he snickered at his humour, and lazily waved his hand.
"Bring up the Rancor." he demanded, clenching his fist, as behind them from the barge, a low growl, and the stomp of heavy footsteps, resonated. He looked at his companions, hoping they to would have a way of signalling that the Cartel was not hear to exchange threats, rather it was here today to make good on them.