Permissible Legality

[Nor'baal Desajilic]

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Permissible Legality ​

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Participants:

@Jabonicus (Clara Nasume) @Nor'baal (Nor'baal Vesajilic Koragga)

Location:
The Nal Hutta Embassy, Coruscant

<God-dammit!> cursed Nor'baal Desajilic Koragga as a veritable horde of files got knocked down by an incompetent Pit-Droid, who looked in the Hutts general direction and chortled something that could have been either an insult or an apology, he didn't know which. Striking the Droid harshly with a simple flick of his wrist, it popped into its defensive pose, shutting down and immune from harm. Rolling his eyes, the Hutt busied himself with collecting back together his files, mumbling under his breath about the general unfairness of life, and how it always seemed to effect him.

A few moments later, the Hutt had finally cleared up the mess, and eased himself out of the room, into his lounge, a small room with dingy lighting - far beneath the splendor of the 'Glorious Jewel' of Hutta itself. Large enough to accommodate three Hutts in their recliners, and a collection of a few servants and Droids, the room was littered with plush cushions, upon which guests could sit or indeed kneel as and when required. Nodding to the junior Ambassador, Vathra Besadii Diori, and the 'Adviser' from the Hutt Clans (who happened to run the largest trafficking ring on Coruscant) Beranda Anjiliac Kormath, Nor'baal took his own place at the recliner.

Easing back into the chair, he waved for two of his staff to come forwards, fanning him with a heated fan upon their arrival, whilst another handed him his data-slate, detailing the appointments he had for the day. Reading through it with barely concealed boredom, the Hutt instructed the servant to fan slower, half tempted to just call the meetings off and have a lazy day. However, in order to maintain the finer things in life, he had to maintain appearances as well, and that meant sullying himself with 'work'. One day, I can just have others do this for me! he mused, as he read the details of the next appointment.

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A young man (he thought) wanted to make a purchase of a Bounty Hunting Permit, which meant putting on the usual show of actually caring about the so called 'laws' of this grotty little world for a while so he could finalize the deal. Little information was provided, which was not exactly surprising given what the sentient was trying to purchase, and the Hutt gestured to one of the two HK-Series Droids standing in the room (as part of the Embassies Security) to let the being in. Naturally, they would need to go through the usual security, which mostly consisted of bribing the guards to not need to do a strip search, and then hoping that they remembered they had taken a bribe and stuck by their word.

Regardless, the Hutt had his own security, in the form of a blaster pistol in his Hookah Stand, and enough explosives to level the building, alongside a brutal looking beating stick - made of the same substance as a vibro-blade - which the lashes on one of his servants backs proved he was rather good at using. Squirming in the uncomfortable recliner, he waited for the sentient to arrive, all the while longing for the time when he could just pay other people to do this for him.

 

[Jabonicus]

As the door opened, the sentient stepped through with a confident stride. One leg carried more weight than the other, and her outfit covered most of her body. Her left hand was gloved, and her face was gone; replaced by a series of replacement pieces that could only mimic what she once was.

As she passed the droids, they reached towards her, before she waved her ungloved hand, and they froze. After a moment, they returned to their normal stances. On the woman's hip was a lightsaber. On the other was a blaster pistol.

She took a seat, silently across from the Hutt, pulling down her hood to reveal her eight, well kept horns. Her eyes made quiet clicking sounds as she observed the Hutt, a soft yellow glow emanating from them. "So. Shall we begin?"

 

[Nor'baal Desajilic]

Damn, looks painful.....the Hutt thought as he saw the cybernetic enhancements of the warrior before him. It appeared to be some form of Zabrak Cyborg, one that the Hutt found somewhat intimidating - her Cybernetics clearly providing a considerable advantage to the sentient in a combat situation. Regardless, the Bounty Broker had little to fear in so long as he met his side of the bargain, for a Hunter who took out their Broker often found it somewhat hard to find a new slew of employment afterwards. Waving away the fan waving attendants, the Hutt focused his attention solely on the matter at hand.

He would not inquire as to the sentient beings actual name, due to it being commonplace for Hunters to make use of pseudonyms so as to keep their true identity secret. Nor'baal wondered as to how effective fake names would be for someone with such a striking visage however. <A pleasure to make your acquaintance.> opened the Hutt, his diplomatic position equipping him with a greater mastery of Non-Hutt etiquette in such situations. He decided against bringing out death sticks, or pleasure slaves, for this meeting - as it might seem a little forward, after all, he was not dealing with another gastropod.

<Am I to understand you wish to enter the lucrative field of Bounty Hunting?> he asked further, hoping to demonstrate to the sentient that he was on her side, for if they did business today, they would walk away as allies, and having Nor'baal (or indeed any Hutt) on ones list of allies was a powerful and useful possession indeed. Nor'baal prided himself on looking after his Hunters, in so long as they returned the favor, and he had a good feeling about the potential links he could develop with this particular, formidable in appearance, hunter today.

Getting out of his recliner, he approached the Hunter, keenly aware of the presence of two other Hutts - whom he worked with, but did not fully trust - and moved toward one of the doors in the room, gesturing for her to follow him, and thus make the meeting 'mobile'. <Come with me, lets....walk, or slither.... and talk!> he said with a hint of humor, as he moved toward the door.[/abox]

 

[Jabonicus]

Clara had dealt with Hutts before, and found herself actually surprised with the formal nature that the Hutt presented himself in. Her face place quivered into what could only be described as some jagged smile, and she nodded at his question.

"I wish to return to it." She replied in a metallic, distinctly feminine voice. Following the Hutt, she debated whether not to mention the lack of slaves in the Hutts presence. She would be lying if she claimed that she didn't enjoy their presence.

Regardless, this Hutt was trying to gain her trust. Why abuse such a situation? Following the Hutt, she matched his speed in her stride, folding her hands behind her back. This Hutt interested her. She felt quite compelled to see this through.

 

[Nor'baal Desajilic]

As they moved toward the door, the Hutt ignored the departure of one of his servants, who appeared to be spending its weeks wages on buying some death sticks from one of the Hutts dealers. What did not escape his notice however, was the light-saber at his guests hip, a curious item to possess and one that piqued his interest. <And what manner of warrior do I find myself speaking to?> he asked, as he inclined his head toward the mythical blade hilt at his companions hip. Either the creature had stolen it from another being, was a Jedi or potentially a Sith - neither way would influence his decision to do business however.

Guiding her down the corridor, they eventually came to a more private area - a balcony that overlooked the traffic below - and had it's very own communications jamming screen to prevent eavesdropping law enforcement. Alone now, he turned back to the guest <So, I guess you are looking for a permit, and some work?> he asked, going directly to the point, so as to avoid wasting time. Many Hunters did not like beating about the bush, and he doubted she was any different. As usual, the Hutt Broker awaited her reply.

 

[Jabonicus]

"I would say Jedi, but that's still up to debate." She claimed rather comically. Truthfully, she was having issues with the order. They preached peace and order, yet declared war on the Sith the moment they could. Alongside this, she had issues controlling her emotions, and it was this fact alone that kept her under the title of Padawan.

As she looked out from the private balcony, she blinked, her eyes audibly clicking. "This is true. I'll go after any target. But be warned; I may try, but I can't promise that I'll bring them back. Some targets may simply elude me." She cautioned. Setting a business on lies was not a good plan. She knew from experience. Even if she lost her deal, she was looking to get paid to get killed.

 

[Nor'baal Desajilic]

Clearly she didn't know a great deal about how the world of Bounty Hunting worked, for it was indeed most rare for a Hunter to be able to bring back their target or quarry every single time they went out on the hunt. It was most common for more than one Hunter to go after a target, and it was in truth, this that made the game so dangerous, for the larger the prize, the more violent Hunters became in ensuring their rivals did not secure the target before they did. The fact that she was a Jedi would almost certainly place her ahead of the competition, and as such the Hutt was eager to sign her on.

<How you chose to pursue and apprehend - or dispose - of a target is up to you, but it will of course impact on your ability to take the bounty reward at the end, depending on the terms of the contract.> he said, making it clear that she was within her rights to do as she pleased, but she could not expect financial rewards if she breached the Bounty Deal. <Which fields and areas do you wish to operate in, Republic Space, or other areas?> he continued, before adding in - as he got out his Data-slate to take down the particulars.

<What would your given call-sign or identifier be, for the documentation?> he asked, ensuring that he did not actually ask for the ladies real name - which she may be unwilling to give. Some Hunters preferred to keep their pasts hidden, and as such masked their name from public view, and as such it was always important to ensure that he offered any prospective Hunter the chance to keep their real form hidden, and he hoped that the female would understand this.

 

[Jabonicus]

She nodded briefly. Good, a fair boss. She could work with this. Already, she felt like she was back in a place she was used to. "Republic space, legally." She replied. "I'll buy planet permits until I've amassed some credits, then I'll pay for the entirety of Republic space. For outside Republic space...?" She paused. "Any hunt will work, legal or not."

"Call sign?" She repeated. "I'll go with... Witch." She claimed after a brief moment. "I think it's fitting." She added as her false eyes looked over the Hutt.

 

[Nor'baal Desajilic]

The witch, it has a good ring to it, and as far as he was aware was a pseudonym that was not already claimed by another Hunter which would in turn make it a much smoother process to register her as a Hunter. The fact that she wished to remain legal within the Republic was somewhat disappointing, but it would have to do for the time being, as secretly the Hutt felt confident he could persuade her to take on the more lucrative sub-legal contracts as they got to know one another better. He considered the course of action to take from here, a few potential contracts coming to mind - illegal in Republic Space, but legal outside of it - he considered one that could fetch her a very high price.

A young Jedi, with a bounty of 640,000, dead naturally, on her head, and of course, in addition to this a small cap sum on a Spice Dealer, legal on many worlds. He reached his conclusion, <I will arrange a permit for Coruscant for you for the time-being then Witch, as this will be of the most use for you at the current time I think.> drew the Hutt, before he continued saying <As for work, I have two contracts open, a high cap and a low cap - long term and short term jobs respectively - which I feel would interest you.> he said, showing her the Bounties on his slate.

Both he hoped she would take on, once he had finalized the permit - which he could do once payment was made - as it would allow for her to get a few quarrys under her belt using the small cap targets, establishing a reputation for herself before going after the big cap 640,000 Credit reward the main bounty he had offered her came with.

 

[Jabonicus]

Clara looked over the bounties available, and nodded after a moment. "I'll take both bounties. I can guarantee the spice dealer, but the force sensitive? All I can do is try." She replied. She was aware of his leniency with failure, but she still felt the need to explain her confidence in the two bounties. "But first?" She added. "I'll go for the spice dealer, get my feet wet before I shoot for the force sensitive."

Her eyes clicked as they went from the data pad to the Hutt. "And next time, don't hold back on the slaves." She said. Even though her voice lacked emotion, the sentence still dripped wth humor.

 

[Nor'baal Desajilic]

Ever working to ensure that he was one step ahead of the game, and already demonstrating as to why he was in such a demand as a Broker and Contract Handler, the Hutt had already registered the license his new associate desired. Using the Hutt Embassies main communications database, he had placed the license and permit in with a licence brokerage on Nal Hutta, thus affording his new ally the protection that the Hutts could offer if she did anything 'outside of the Republics law'.

Furthermore, as with the majority of his Bounties, all financial transactions would go through Hutta, or one of its protectorate or sister planets - such as the smugglers moon - in further efforts to ensure the safety of their fiscal arrangements, far from those who would seek to do them harm. Finally, he let out a booming laugh, in the style typical with most Hutts, as the female expressed her desire to see more slaves around and about the Embassy in future. Soliciting a smile, the Hutt responded <Azelus adama sleeme ateema bor champio!> (It is dangerous to but slaves at this time my warrior) the Hutt said, in a not so discreet attack on Republic law.

Their deal was now done, and once the money was received she would have her permit. Waving a hand at a passing droid, the Hutt demanded that the bar area be made ready for them both, and he guided the new Hunter into the bar, instructing the staff to provide her with whatever she needed, as the Hutt was now all ears as to anything she wanted to ask of him.

 

[Jabonicus]

After hearing the booming laugh of the Hutt, her face plates arranged themselves into a, quite literal, crude ear-to-ear smile. She liked this Hutt, and that truly was a rare thing to say for her.

Nodding at his remark about the laws of the Republic, she handed over the credits she owed. She could tell they would be exchanging money quite frequently. She could only wait until she would be getting her part.

As they moved to the bar, Clara couldn't help but think of what to get. While she couldn't taste the many drinks she could choose from, she could certainly feel the affects they had. Ordering a heavy drink, she turned to the Hutt as the cybernetic woman sat down.

"Our operations, they'll be private, correct? I would prefer the Jedi have no idea of what happens between us."

 

[Nor'baal]

The Hutts eyes must have visible widened when the new huntress - Witch - inquired as to the discretion of their dealings, unfortunately demonstrating a rather severe lack of understanding as to the finer technicalities of the work of certain criminal lowlifes. However, she was new to the game, and also a potential source of considerable income for the Hutt - and as such he was more than willing to overlook such an indescrepency, and to answer her question.

<I work with you now, and as such - when asked - I have no idea who you are, bar a legitimate and perfectly certified hunter going by the name of 'Witch'.> he responded, in answer to her broader query about the knowledge of their dealings when it came to dealing with the general public. <As for the Jedi, when it comes to them, I do not believe we have met?> he added, with a chuckle, hopefully putting her fears to rest.

 

[Jabonicus]

She simply nodded in response as she was poured a glass of some strong, foul smelling alcohol. Her face plates parted, pushing outward as two large syringes connected to vials slipped past her face plates. The syringes dipped into the drink, each sucking the liquid into the clear vials before they retracted, her face closing once more.

"Good." She remarked as she placed the half empty mug back down. "Then I believe our business will continue for quite a long time." She remarked. Her hand idly scratching for a moment at her scar at her ribs.