Ask [Ossus] A Gift for Troy

[Gor'Jarr Desilijic]

The moment the Insurrectionists took Ossus from the Empire was the moment the Hutts appeared. Such were the maneuvers in periods of low-intensity warfare and border skirmishes. When outright invasion was impossible, one had to move through more subtle means. Not that showing up on-world with an army of Gammorreans armed-to-the-teeth was particularly subtle, mind you. It was more about being patient. Knowing exactly when to strike.

The time was now. Ossus has been war torn since the founding of the New Jedi Order, continuously bombarded and shelled by whichever parties owned it. Today, the lightning-planet was, tepidly, sovereign. But self-determination came at a cost - without the Empire, the new planetary leadership was without allies. And in a galaxy that eyed it hungrily, it could not survive long.

This was where Gor'Jarr appeared. The Scion of Gamorr and Protector of Ubrikka could not resist the temptation of ripping the planet from the Empire's hold. He cared little about the reported involvement of the Sith at all, or for the deeper politics of the new insurrectionary government. Gor'Jarr was here with a single mission: Absolute domination.

From within his cruiser, he opened his holopad to review his notes. His phone system began to beep with an alert that he was getting called. Gor'Jarr snapped to pick up, and his blue hologram fizzed to life in the hold of his ship.

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[Pellios]

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Pellios was glad that his first time setting foot on a ship with the name Subjugator, would be as its commanding officer. The Praetorian class frigate was accompanied by numerous smaller ships including the devanorian's personal ship the Gackling Bandara. Having recently been promoted to a ringleader in the Hutt syndicate by Gor'Jarr's relative, Skelgok Desilijic Xierius, he had new responsibilities that came with the power intrinsically tied to it. The gentlemanly smuggler was on his toes and rightfully feared failure.

From what Pellios Reverence had heard, Gor'Jarr Desilijic Nemro had a temperament influenced by their rule over Gamorr. The violent pigfolk of the outer rim world had a reputation for their bloodlust and Hutts normally had the might and ferocity to outmatch even that. Now Gor'Jarr was a slug who needed to be handled carefully or else the devaronian offshoot felt he was going to have a painful and short life ahead.

Pellios rose from a cushioned seat on the frigate's bridge. He was going to be doing a lot of sitting there but first he needed to make a call to Gor'Jarr and give him an update. When the line was opened he bowed his head at the image of the Hutt's immensity projected before him. <"Your excellency, we have arrived in the Ossus system and await your wise orders."> Only after he finished speaking did he raise his head and await the Hutt's command.

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[Gor'Jarr Desilijic]

Gor'Jarr was indeed excellent, and he felt especially excellent today. The insurrection had cleared the path for open infiltration, operation, and subjugation of Ossus. The long embattled world's strife would not end today, but they would emerge from the rubble with new leadership. Only the eternal hand of the Hutts was fit to guide the galaxy.

<We have a forward operation on the surface of Ossus. Come down to meet me.> The frontlines of the Hutt campaign were not some dingy base, but an expensive hotel in the city center where they were afforded all sorts of luxuries. Meanwhile, Gor'Jarr charted the campaign. The Gammorrean legions could wipe out the insurrectionists, but that would just engender pointless hate towards the Hutts. A more subtle hand would be necessary.

Instead, the Hutts would have to place rulers in the fledgling state's institutions. Empower them economically. Give the world nominal independence, but force complete subservience at the risk of humiliation and death. This was where their new ringleader came in. An arms shipment needed to be moved, discretely. The Hutts couldn't be seen doing this errand publicly.

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[Pellios]

Pellios had made his name as an armsdealer and smuggler. He still tended to do a bit of that business and expertly so. The dapper devaronian offshoot was armed with a concealed Flash pistol a more obvious M3 stun pistol on his right hip and the hilt of a Lightfoil on his left. Lastly a Fusion cutter rounded out his overt arsenal. The man did not want to have to deal with any legal headaches and carrying more dangerous weaponry would only increase such numbers.

<"Right away your excellency."> He answered with a following bow. The transmission would end afterwards leaving Pellios to make the last adjustments to his attire. He reviewed their cargo and took a survey of all statuses. The crews of the Hutt Armada were surprisingly disciplined though it was thanks in part to the numerous droids rather than truly free thinking organic beings.

Pellios was glad to be arriving at such a opulent establishment. The shuttle set down on one of the landing pads each of which were already guarded by Gor'Jarr's personal security. He would not be surprised if the entire city block had eyes, ears and blasters ready for any sign of trouble. A perimeter had been established to insure the Scion's safety with the intimidating presence of warships visible in orbit overhead. Otherwise the lives of the locals seemed to carry on normally.

Other transports from the Hutt Cartel would dock at ports. More mercenaries would blend in with the locals and be moving to pre-payed hotel rooms to house them during their stay. Many of them would make up the initial ranks of the underworld that took root on Ossus. Then, after they had secured a foothold the Cartel's influence would spread to the rest of the planet and all aspects of life.


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[Gor'Jarr Desilijic]

And with the open flow of arms to the cities of Ossus, the campaign began. The insurrectionists were not an organized front, but a coalition of different militias, criminals, and firebombing teenagers given clandestine support by the Sith. This toxic mix of personalities, organizations, and fighters was only held together by the jubilation of their victory against the Empire.

Control merely meant finding the right faction to manipulate into power. That was what the gamorreans and guns were for. Gor'Jarr's good eye narrowed the smuggler as he entered into the office, hastily converted into a makeshift palace for the Hutts. <This world is the key, smuggler. It's our only point of leverage. Do not fail here.> The fact that the smuggler technically outranked him in the politics of the Syndicates notwithstanding, Gor'Jarr knew that this was a momentous opportunity for them all. They had moved slowly since the beginning of the Concordant, but this was worth doing.

<We move with bribes. Your arms are to be directed to the local militia, here. We're going to strong-arm them to power, and leave them dependent on us for soldiers.> The soldiers of Gamorr were prepared to engage in skirmishes and expand over the capital city. From there, they could project power.

<We have a meeting with a local gang leader. Trandoshan, formerly a smuggler and a pirate. We recruit him, add his forces to the militia.> That would be the makings of an army, one with the power to displace other insurrectionist factions. With a snap of his fingers, the Hutt began to make way to his sailing barge, carried by a veritable platoon of iron-clad Gamorreans. He signaled for Pellios to follow him.

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[Pellios]

What Gor'jarr said at first was not new information, simply a statement of fact. <"Absolutely."> Pellios knew to respond with the factual affirmative to a Hutt, bowing his single horned head. While he was a ringleader, Pellios knew he did not have the clout or capabilities to contend with a unit like Gor'jarr or any Desilijic for that matter. He would probably die before truly ever being "above" any of them. That was fine by him so long as he got to enjoy the finer things in life and die peacefully in his bed however many years that was from now. But for now, he had work to do.

The mono-horned Devaronian offshoot took a deep breath but remained still as Gor'jarr expanded on his plans. The arms dealer waited until he was finished before bowing his head again. <"It sounds like an magnificent plan your excellency."> Pellios was not just saying it to be polite. If there were defectors or people that did not "fit" with the corrupt control the Hutts would posses then they would be dealt with one way or another. Either people would lose their jobs or their lives. Those that were formerly law enforcement or military would be on record, records which the Desilijic families would soon have at their disposal. Seeds of descent would be squashed before they even rose up.

Pellios was curious to meet with this trandoshan the hutt spoke of. The best smugglers were the ones you never heard about, at least that was what Pellios told himself to feel better when he was low on credits. If he was also a former pirate than the brief description from Gor'jarr gave Pellios an idea of the type of person they were going to meet with. He would be alert and join the hutt behind his honor guard. The sail barge was as opulent as any other and true to reputation was unique to the hutt it was built for. Pellios no longer had to worry about credits at least as he traveled in style with Gor'jarr and his entourage.

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