Acid rain was pouring down on this side of Nar Shaddaa as it always did. Preef was used to it, or rather, he had been once, as this was the district he grew up in. His first memories involved this place, watching his parents come back from the factories where the Hutts treated them like slaves, not recognizing the new bruises from those of the day before and hoping that today they had enough credits between them to pay rent or a proper serving of sewer-watered noodles. Life is beyond rough down here.
Things were in place for Preef to leave it all behind, though. He had his ranch on Tokadana no one knew about. A place where even the Five Syndicates' best assassins wouldn't find him. He had also acquired a considerable fortune through various heists and in the distinguished service in the Crimson Dawn, something he could live off peacefully for decades to come. More importantly, though, he had found Marissa. Friends you could trust were incredibly rare in his world and he could honestly say he trusted her more than he did himself. All of it together got him interested in leaving with a blast; one big scorching message to the Hutts to treat the people of this district a little better. But it wasn't something he could do alone..
That's where the stranger came in.. at least, presumably. Someone had visited this district and said something that seemed an awful lot like suggesting Hutticide... and he had the nerve to do it in a Hutt-controlled district! Preef had simply put a feeler out, "I can arrange a meeting with a Hutt" and he was hoping this stranger was going to respond. In the meantime he made himself comfortable in one of the many shine-shacks around the factories where they sold proper sewer-riped Nal Hutta shine.. the only drink that tasted like home.. and he waited.
@Mr. Teatime
Things were in place for Preef to leave it all behind, though. He had his ranch on Tokadana no one knew about. A place where even the Five Syndicates' best assassins wouldn't find him. He had also acquired a considerable fortune through various heists and in the distinguished service in the Crimson Dawn, something he could live off peacefully for decades to come. More importantly, though, he had found Marissa. Friends you could trust were incredibly rare in his world and he could honestly say he trusted her more than he did himself. All of it together got him interested in leaving with a blast; one big scorching message to the Hutts to treat the people of this district a little better. But it wasn't something he could do alone..
That's where the stranger came in.. at least, presumably. Someone had visited this district and said something that seemed an awful lot like suggesting Hutticide... and he had the nerve to do it in a Hutt-controlled district! Preef had simply put a feeler out, "I can arrange a meeting with a Hutt" and he was hoping this stranger was going to respond. In the meantime he made himself comfortable in one of the many shine-shacks around the factories where they sold proper sewer-riped Nal Hutta shine.. the only drink that tasted like home.. and he waited.
@Mr. Teatime