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Nal Hutta...why the Hutts would call this paradise baffles most people. The Hutts call it Glorious Jewl although there isn't much glory to be found by outsiders. The whole planet is covered in bogs, mud, swamps and sickly but resistant marsh grasslands. The sky is dark and filled with smog from the industrial pollution of the Hutts and all open bodies of water are equally polluted. The few non-sentient species that still exist today have all mutated or evolved to survive the Hutt adapted environment.
The largest city on the planet is Bilbousa, the capital of the planet and the ruling seat of power for the Hutt Grand Council. Bilbousa spaceport is a vast and mostly disorganized hive of activity. There isn't a lot of customs officials found in the spaceport and with the right bribe here and there anyone can land without being given too much thought or being searched. Really the corruption runs so deep its pretty much always assumed you will bribe a customs official to land, or at least if you ever expect to take off.
Today Traask Nadill didn't have to worry about any of that though, for he was already excepted by the Hutts and the necessary bribes and greasing of officials had already been done by the Vesajilics. Anyways word quickly gets around when someone is a guest of the Hutts and guests of the Hutts are left alone as a rule. Especially guests of the Vesajilics, no one wants to get fed to Durggorra's infamous pair of dragonsnakes after all.
No Traask Nadill wasn't to be touched today, no harm would come to him durning his passage for if it did justice would be dealt swiftly and harshly. In fact he would find that the common rabble on the streets would keep their distance from him out of respect...respect and fear of the ruling Hutts. It didn't hurt that he was also a bounty hunter. Bounty hunters are a common sight on Nal Hutta and the public learned quickly to stay out of their way. When someone is as comfortable with killing as a bounty hunter is, the people of Nal Hutta know to avoid them.
When the ramp of his ship would lower, there would be no officials present, his docking bay would be deserted. The only person there would be a Rodian dressed in flowing red robes, the black emblem of the Vesajilics imprinted on the front.
The Rodian gave a slight bow and spoke in Huttese, <"Welcome to Nal Hutta, Honorable Hunter Nadill. This droid can translate for me if you do not understand Huttese.>" He gestured to a small sphere shaped probe droid hovering around his shoulders that was relaying what he spoke. <"I am afraid the master despises speaking in anything but the tongue of his mother, do you understand Huttese or shall I ensure a translator droid is present there as well?">
The largest city on the planet is Bilbousa, the capital of the planet and the ruling seat of power for the Hutt Grand Council. Bilbousa spaceport is a vast and mostly disorganized hive of activity. There isn't a lot of customs officials found in the spaceport and with the right bribe here and there anyone can land without being given too much thought or being searched. Really the corruption runs so deep its pretty much always assumed you will bribe a customs official to land, or at least if you ever expect to take off.
Today Traask Nadill didn't have to worry about any of that though, for he was already excepted by the Hutts and the necessary bribes and greasing of officials had already been done by the Vesajilics. Anyways word quickly gets around when someone is a guest of the Hutts and guests of the Hutts are left alone as a rule. Especially guests of the Vesajilics, no one wants to get fed to Durggorra's infamous pair of dragonsnakes after all.
No Traask Nadill wasn't to be touched today, no harm would come to him durning his passage for if it did justice would be dealt swiftly and harshly. In fact he would find that the common rabble on the streets would keep their distance from him out of respect...respect and fear of the ruling Hutts. It didn't hurt that he was also a bounty hunter. Bounty hunters are a common sight on Nal Hutta and the public learned quickly to stay out of their way. When someone is as comfortable with killing as a bounty hunter is, the people of Nal Hutta know to avoid them.
When the ramp of his ship would lower, there would be no officials present, his docking bay would be deserted. The only person there would be a Rodian dressed in flowing red robes, the black emblem of the Vesajilics imprinted on the front.
The Rodian gave a slight bow and spoke in Huttese, <"Welcome to Nal Hutta, Honorable Hunter Nadill. This droid can translate for me if you do not understand Huttese.>" He gestured to a small sphere shaped probe droid hovering around his shoulders that was relaying what he spoke. <"I am afraid the master despises speaking in anything but the tongue of his mother, do you understand Huttese or shall I ensure a translator droid is present there as well?">