Moff Money, Moff Problems

[Darth Parox]

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Cantonica
1432 Local Time​

Canto Bight. Milo's home for a few months, and the platform from which his operations within the criminal world could begin. The first order of business is, of course, to secure the support of its regional government, therefore ensuring the law would always turn a blind eye on his activities. It can serve as a useful tool, both for working without worry, but also for taking out any possible competition simply by reporting them to local authorities. Milo was looking to operate on Cantonica and use it as his own personal criminal playground. If things went well today.

He sat in a cushy velvet seat a few meters to Nor'baal's left—just far enough to avoid smelling the Hutt, but close enough to ensure their visitor would understand they were united. A desk sat in front of them, and a simple chair behind it, in front of them and in the middle, where the regional governor would sit. The governor was a man who'd only recently come to power, shortly after Cantonica's Moff had been exiled following its secession from the Empire. It cited "creative differences" as its reason, but everyone knew why they had chosen the easy way out—the Empire looked weak. It had lost 3 leaders in one year, and had spent months struggling to unify, all while doing nothing of value. Milo could understand that.

It was what made this meeting even more important. Planets around would take note of Cantonica's faith and think twice before leaving the Empire. Some, perhaps, would come crawling back. Nevertheless, this "negotiation" was set to be a win-win situation for the Sith Crusader. He had the hilt of his lightsaber up his right sleeve in case it was needed, strapped to his forearm. His Quickdraw was also holstered under his left armpit, just in case the regional governor put up too much of a fight. And—most importantly—a bottle of whiskey sat on the desk, two glasses next to it. Milo would drink with the governor, and Nor'baal could cite the drink not agreeing with his digestive system as reason to abstain.

"Bal uba doo bu card?" he asked Nor'baal, eyes on the door. Milo's Huttese had gotten significantly better since he'd started spending time around the Hutt.

@Nor'baal @KinkyPrawn

 

[Norbaal Fanth]

Nor'baal Desilijic Fanth had been busy of late, and todays meeting was part of the culmination of a grand undertaking he and Milo Drast had entered into. He was unarmed, his considerable bulk and impressive mind, the only weapons he required - at least in his opinion anyway. 'Sat' (in so much as a Hutt can) at the end of the table, next to Milo, Nor'baal looked the very image of Hutt granduer, and with a spare hand he produced the datacard and tapped it, concealing it within a small bandoleer pouch seconds later.

"Bampala mi." he waved a hand to one of his two retainers, both armed with DH-7 pistols and shock batons. One of they complied with a grimace on its face, as Nor'baal let out a loud 'ah' noise as the water vapour hit his skin. Waiting for the Governor to arrive, Nor'baal puffed out his chest, and prepared himself.

"Good luck sir." his protocol unit chimed in. Nor'baal waved the droid away, it was time to do business.

 

[The Storyteller]

Governor Hendrick, nearing sixty and his hair going grey, was still in decent shape. He was of average height and build, with a clean, white uniform reflecting his title as moff and governor.

He strode through the hallways on route to his office. He was very annoyed at the request for an audience, with Cantonica breaking away from the Empire he had to step up to keep the planet under control. This meant idle chatter was a luxury he couldn't afford.

But he would be a mad man to turn them away if what they offered were true. A drive with the locations of various strategic Mandalorian bases. He had a few ideas about what he could do with information like that.

He reached the door to his office. He stopped in front of them, made sure that he looked presentable and then opened the doors, immediately regretting the decision of granting an audience as he smelled the stench emanating from the Hutt. He walked up to his desk and took a seat. "Gentlemen I am a very busy man, so I hope for everyone's sakes that what you told me is true. Do you truly have a hard drive containing such sensitive information? If so, I demand proof." he spoke quickly and in an annoyed manner with the two beings in front of them, not intimidated in the least by their statuses.

His hands disappeared under his desk, curling around the holdout blaster holstered under it out of the two men's sight...just in case they were trying to pull a fast one on him.

@vamp @Nor'baal

 

[Darth Parox]

Milo's eyes fixed on the man from the moment the doors opened, and he stared at him—his gaze cat-like—as the man walked up and sat down in front of them, taking note and drinking in every detail he could. In his 60s, without guards—most likely armed. He suspected nothing lethal, considering Cantonica's strict laws, but preferred to be right than surprised. The Drast made a silent mental note to assume the man would try to kill them at some point. Would it matter? Not particularly.

"Governor Hendrick," he acknowledged, rising from his seat and shaking the man's hand before he sat down. "Might as well cut right to the chase."

He nodded his head toward Nor'baal, encouraging the Hutt to show the datacard. Meanwhile, the Drast poured whiskey into the two glasses, sliding one toward the governor and another toward himself. Once he'd glanced over the card, they could have a toast. "For the Empire," he toasted, should the man accept his drink. He'd have no reason not to, though. It was prime whiskey, clearly expensive.

@Nor'baal @KinkyPrawn

 

[Norbaal Fanth]

Presenting the information for validation, Nor'baal waved away the offer of a drink - before offering a suitably vile excuse as to why he could not partake.

"Um baw wah Kacmahea sa, um uba katka cohbana mi che Jee tee caie cohkamhan. Bu netpa doth woy che yae sesatka, an mah sapkaha gee baiahh mi mo bu cuanesa. Fa lee chalya mi bu cuee lhonbau cahwahh bkacope chaduae, an jeu eboonta lot, pea Dobra gahke uba caiot bkoha biw doth tee cuove. Ba douban cay Yih kakodai da uba Yae doth danchong biweoo tee bai biway."

Nor'baal delivered the line with a deadly serious look on his face, before popping a small bottle of water, upon the side of which was written the words 'Gastric Medicines' in large professional looking letters.

 

[The Storyteller]

Governor Hendrick eyed the drink, then the Hutt and finally the boy sitting in front of him. "That's all well and good, and I am most certainly intrigued by the exquisite choice of drink...but if you don't mind I'd like to see the data for my own eyes first before we make a toast to the Empire." he said sternly, picking up the glass of whiskey and taking in a whiff of the smooth, luxurious liquor. Whatever the outcome is tonight, he was most certainly taking this bottle home with him.

"Tell me, son, how old are you? I admire your sense of patriotism to the Empire, but it also clearly shows your inexperience. I have lived my entire life under the Empire and still I find myself lacking any good reason to join it once again. Why should I join a failing Empire when other factions are rising to oppose them...without splitting in half and losing three leaders in the process I might add." a smug smirk creeped upon his face as he stared at the young Drast in front of him, not intimidated by him in the least.

He took the card and pulled closer a laptop that was sitting to the side of his desk, out of the way. He slid the datacard into the respective slot and powered up the computer. He typed in his lengthy password and went into the files. After browsing around for a bit, his eyes went wide. "...well then." he said with a cracked voice. After clearing his throat he looked back up. "You weren't kidding. Well then, kiddo, why would you bring this to me? What do you two want out of this whole deal?" he kept his eyes on Milo, barely acknowledging the overgrown slug's existence in the room. He picked up the glass and took a few sips of the whiskey, sighing in the delight as it's rich taste rolled over his tongue and down his throat.

"What's your goal, kid?" he asked him. With the info displayed on his screen looking very legitimate he relaxed quite a bit, very happy with the business at hand.

@vamp @Nor'baal

 

[Darth Parox]

Milo had to stifle a chuckle as the Governor—a 60-something year old nobody who'd spent his whole life on one planet—told him he was inexperienced. Him. A Sith Crusader. "Inexperienced?" he asked. "Governor, you will find that I am much more experienced than meets the eye." With that, he took a sip of the whiskey at the same time as the man.

While the Governor looked over the data, Milo was wrapping the Force around his own body. It was a common technique known by most Sith—poison was a common problem in the Empire. He bent it to his will, removing the toxins from his system before they could wreak too much havoc. In a few seconds, the poison was gone from his body. That was not the case for the Governor, however.

Hendrick set the card down and Milo looked up, a cold smile on his face. "Our goal, sir, is to clean up the mess you have left in your wake. The first step, of course, is for you to place your finger right here—" he offered the man his datapad, which was already open on a document, "—therefore surrendering Cantonica over to the Empire." He knew the Governor was armed, so the moment he took out the pistol, Milo would use the Force to grab hold of it and throw it out of the man's hand. "If you comply, we will be as kind as to give you this vial—" he lifted up a vial containing a clear liquid, "—which contains the antidote to the poison you have just ingested."

Milo sat back, leaving the Governor to think. "Your choice."

@Nor'baal @KinkyPrawn

Spoiler

• Prep thread #1
• Prep thread #2
• Plot was formally submitted for approval on March 22nd, 2019

 

[Norbaal Fanth]

Nor'baal would watch with a look of glee on his face as the Moff bean to realise what had happened to him. A smile split across his face, and he let out a deep Hutt laugh, his laughter rolling around the room. His part in the deception done, he would leave once Milo gave the signal.

OOC - Wrapping up current threads as per site guidance. Please continue without me.

 

[The Storyteller]

Hendrick stared at the young boy in front of him in disbelief. "Surrend...how dare you! I will have your head!" he flew out of his seat and drew the holdout pistol, but his body curled up and the pistol flew out of his hand as he slumped back into his seat and the sith pulled the gun out of his hand.

The kid wasn't kidding. The drink had most certainly been poisoned and its cure was simply a few inches and one word away.

One word...and the entirety of his pride. Being outsmarted by some child then accepting it as well, the humiliation of it is almost enough to allow himself to die. Almost. After a few seconds of staring at the child with pained, squinted eyes he gave in.

"Al..Alright. Cantonica...is yours. Give me that bloody vial!" he muttered with much effort, pressing his thumb down on the datapad and grabbing at the vial in the kid's hand.

He might be proud, but he preferred living with a little humility to dying with pride.

@vamp

 

[Darth Parox]

The poison seemed to be kicking in, and Milo was able to finally see its effects on an organic being. The Governor's face was slowly turning red and flushed, sweat beading on his brow. His blood was heating up, gradually boiling until it turned to gas. The Crusader couldn't even imagine what the man was going through.

It delighted him. The Governor was an open book, his emotions betraying him. His suffering could be felt in the Force, their surroundings slowly turning cold, refreshing Milo. He resolved to make the man suffer a little more—he was a Sith, after all. Then again, the man would suffer.

Milo reached out through the Force and took his datapad back, a cold smile on his face. "Governor, you have been most co-operative. Your help is appreciated." He lifted up the vial into the light and peered through at the clear liquid within. "Do you know what type of poison you have just ingested? I always find it important to know what one puts into their body."

Regardless of whether the man answered or not, Milo continued. "It was a concoction made from the venom of a ro hypa lizard, native to Mataou. They are known for said venom, which enters the bloodstream and slowly breaks it down at the molecular level. The poison has a similar effect, though it boils, rather than break down. You may feel yourself sweating. That is because the process has already begun."

@Nor'baal @KinkyPrawn

 

[The Storyteller]

The governor sat in his seat, his body getting hotter with every passing minute. His stomach pulled into spasms and his breathing started getting more rapid.

His eyes were locked onto the vial in the boy's hands as he listened to him speak.

"Just...give me the cure already! What more do you want?" he said out of breath. It felt like he ran a mile in a suit. Whoever thought of this poison was certainly not right in the head.

"Where the...bloody hell...did you even get...such a poison?!" he asked with squinting eyes.

He tried to stand up and grab the vial, but his body ached all over with every move. He fell back into his chair with a thud, trying to catch his breath.

@vamp

 

[Darth Parox]

"Mataou, Governor Hendrick. Please pay attention." He spoke with that same cold smile on his lips. Looking the man up and down, Milo noticed the despair dripping off him had not intensified; the man was slowly losing hope. It was time to bring out the big guns.

"Oh, alright. Here's your antidote." He handed the man the vial. His eyes set on Hendrick as he'd open it, then drink it all in one gulp. Then, he'd chuckle lightly. "Did you really assume you would get away with secession?" he asked. The Governor would realize that the antidote was completely useless by now; he would only continue getting hotter. "Your 'antidote' was actually just puddle water. In approximately 2 minutes, you will lose consciousness." It was not a painless death, but the Governor deserved much worse.

"Any last words?"

@Nor'baal @KinkyPrawn

 

[The Storyteller]

Hendrick grabbed the vial and greedily drank it.

He wanted to start smiling...until he was told he drank nothing more than puddle water. Then the little sleemo had the gall to ask him for some last words. "I will...have your head...for this." the governor muttered with a raspy breath as he sat in his chair, sweating like nobody's business. It felt as if he was boiling, it was excruciating and he only wanted it to end. He tried to stand up and get to his pistol that was lying on the floor past his desk, but his knees gave in and he fell to the floor, grunting from the pain as he laid there.

He tried crawling closer but soon stopped. He rolled over onto his back, trying to breathe and somehow cool down.

@vamp

 

[Darth Parox]

The Governor should be passing out anytime now, but he'd outlived his usefulness. As much as Milo wanted to keep him alive, the Crusader was a busy man; he had casino owners and crime lords to meet with, after he would need to fly to Bespin and take part in the campaign he had planned. The Emperor had rewarded his ambition and efforts with a frigate, and that had merely been the beginning. Milo was like a dog that had just tasted a treat for the first time—he wanted more, and now that he had begun, nothing could stop him. He rose from his seat suddenly, casting a sneer at the Governor as he crawled on the floor. The man could have at least tried to die with humility.

"You will have nothing," he replied, reaching a single hand out. The Force coiled around the man's throat—as if he even needed one more push—and slowly raised him up in the air, his throat slowly constricting. He was in no position to resist—hell, the poor bastard was pretty much passed out. With one swift flick of Milo's wrist, Hendrick's neck was snapped, and his body crumpled to the floor. Stepping over it, the Crusader pocketed his datapad and made for the door.

A busy man indeed.

@Nor'baal @KinkyPrawn

Fin.​