At the fringes of Outer Rim space sat The Wheel, a pleasure station renowned for some of the latest aftermarket tech, luxury spas, and expensive casinos. Far from an underworld, the loose regulations of the Wheel brought the depravity typically reserved for the slums of Nar Shadda to an expensive clientele, which came from far and wide to experience the pleasures of the senses that the planet afforded. Such hedonism was disgusting to Gor'Jarr. Perhaps it was how Jabba ruled, through sexual manipulation of the flesh. But, as Jabba's ignoble death demonstrated, it was no way to run an empire.
Still, it was so clearly valuable that the possessive Hutts had to have it. So, here the Scion of Gamorr had come. Gor'Jarr rarely left his pleasure yacht, docked in the station's hangar, as clients came to pay tribute to the Hutts. But there was a feeling of unease among the planet's security when his cruiser docked at the station - the rightful fear that the Hutts had something in store that they were too weak to stop. Perhaps it was because Perla the Hutt had already landed on the station.
Escorted by three of his best-trained Gamorreans and his trusty security droid, Gor'Jarr's skiff made its way towards the Crown Jewels, a mid-rate casino that the Hutts had a very loose connection to. It was high time to firm up that connection. Two hutts outside of Hutt Space was an unusual sight. It would heighten the nerves of everyone around them. Good. They should be afraid.
He made his way to the designated meeting place, a VIP lounge in the casino's thumping club and bar. Tables and chairs were cleared out to make room for the massive girth of two Hutts. He puffed on Marcan hookah as he waited for Perla to approach.
@Die Shize