Midas Drast
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It would be ridiculous if this took you more than 5 minutes. Enter Basuro's palace—where he will be waiting for you—and meet with the slug. Negotiate his terms of surrender using his son as a bargaining chip. If you are unable to come to an agreement, kill his son in front of him and take the palace by force.
Participants: @Midas Drast @Sabrina K
This entire planet was, by and large, absolutely dreadful. Vast windswept deserts with the occasional savannah covered its entire surface, a few cities offering the only distraction from the endless dune seas. Even the cities were pitiful in comparison to the towering skyscrapers of Coruscant or the imposing fortresses on Korriban. The inhabitants of the planet were ghastly, and their rulers some of the most unsavory individuals in the known galaxy. Hutts were horrid creatures with little on their mind except for an insatiable lust for wealth and power on a superficial level.
The Sith kept a tight leash on planets within their borders, and those not yet absorbed within its folds did not last very long before they, too, flew the Sith banner. Klatooine was one such planet, and the Hutts ruling it went unchecked for far too long. Midas was here to rectify the situation and force the ruling crime lord to bow – or, rather, did… whatever it was Hutts did – before their overlords and accept Sith rule or be replaced by someone more sympathetic to their cause. This Basuro Desilijic Demdred was ruthless and cruel, but he was nothing compared to the fury and hatred of the Dark Side. His son, Jabbo, had recently been abducted to be used as a bargaining chip to secure his loyalty, as he was deeply invested in his family. Hopefully he would see reason, else it was up to the two Sith assigned to the task to take the palace by means of force.
Midas wore his armor and robes, carrying his usual gear, and casually strolled up to the palace where the crime lord awaited. The guards, after a moment of persuasion by means of the Force and Basuro’s standing orders not to harm them, allowed the two Sith entry and full access to the throne room where the Hutt awaited. Basuro’s son did not accompany the two of them; he was securely kept in a holding cell elsewhere, surrounded by an impressive array of explosives wired to a detonator that Midas carried on his person.
As the two Sith entered the throne room, the corpulent slug gesticulated wildly, welcoming them. ”The great Basuro Desilijic Demdred welcomes you, Sith ambassadors,” his translator droid said as the Hutt spoke, ”But he wonders where his son, Jabbo, is at.” Midas stopped a few paces away from the Hutt, pulling out a small holocommunicator device. It lit up, showing the distraught Jabbo in his cell staring at the camera, demanding he be released.
”He apologizes for being unable to attend,” he said, shutting off the device and stowing it, ”But I’m sure he’ll be fine. Do you know why we’re here?”
@Sabrina
The Sith kept a tight leash on planets within their borders, and those not yet absorbed within its folds did not last very long before they, too, flew the Sith banner. Klatooine was one such planet, and the Hutts ruling it went unchecked for far too long. Midas was here to rectify the situation and force the ruling crime lord to bow – or, rather, did… whatever it was Hutts did – before their overlords and accept Sith rule or be replaced by someone more sympathetic to their cause. This Basuro Desilijic Demdred was ruthless and cruel, but he was nothing compared to the fury and hatred of the Dark Side. His son, Jabbo, had recently been abducted to be used as a bargaining chip to secure his loyalty, as he was deeply invested in his family. Hopefully he would see reason, else it was up to the two Sith assigned to the task to take the palace by means of force.
Midas wore his armor and robes, carrying his usual gear, and casually strolled up to the palace where the crime lord awaited. The guards, after a moment of persuasion by means of the Force and Basuro’s standing orders not to harm them, allowed the two Sith entry and full access to the throne room where the Hutt awaited. Basuro’s son did not accompany the two of them; he was securely kept in a holding cell elsewhere, surrounded by an impressive array of explosives wired to a detonator that Midas carried on his person.
As the two Sith entered the throne room, the corpulent slug gesticulated wildly, welcoming them. ”The great Basuro Desilijic Demdred welcomes you, Sith ambassadors,” his translator droid said as the Hutt spoke, ”But he wonders where his son, Jabbo, is at.” Midas stopped a few paces away from the Hutt, pulling out a small holocommunicator device. It lit up, showing the distraught Jabbo in his cell staring at the camera, demanding he be released.
”He apologizes for being unable to attend,” he said, shutting off the device and stowing it, ”But I’m sure he’ll be fine. Do you know why we’re here?”
@Sabrina
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