Open Scum & Villainy

[Nor'baal Desilijic]

The Wolves Den, Sleheyron, Hutt Space.​

He had to admit to being a little suspicious. The Pykes were hardly 'friendly' with the Hutt Clans, their storied history often placing the groups at odds, so when they had asked for him to come to one of their bars, Nor'baal has considered declining. But, it was on Sleheyron, this 'Wolves Den' bar, a world that Nor'baal had personally absorbed into the Clans, and not attending would have been seen as a weakness.

Plus, these lick-spittle gutter-trash would not dare impugn on me! Nor'baal reminded himself, with an irritable judder of his many chins. <Haku catkiua caiot paupe dopa dondichola bmela pahebay woy? Yeee!> he bellowed to his Majordomo <Baah bodua ree mi? In ting la caiot toupee mi kava la cahba Pattee! Jee koee chateua see kouzagala ree twa cahba.> he added, ignoring the fact that he had effectively stolen the world from them when he had become Governor.

Best not to remind them of that fact, he thought, as his litter was born up to the entrance of the 'Wolves Den'.

He waved a slave forward, who rapidly unfurled a gaudy and over the top data-pad, and spoke with a voice Nor'baal had ensured to have surgically altered so as to sound more dramatic. "His Excellency, Nor'baal Desilijic, Lorda of the Hutt Clans and Daimyo of Tatooine." it stowed the data-pad, as Nor'baal was borne into the bar, and looked around it with disdain clear on his face. It was absolutely teeming with the sort of low-life poodoo that Nor'baal did his best to keep at arm's length.

Regrettably, his arms were quite short.

As he debarked from his litter he spoke <Haku wa tobaya lumpa. Uba, bukee-> he waved over a passing Pyke <Puohe doptkee da hodua, an bu camai vehpe fa, Jee hatkocanh boya fa bai cobaya.> he gestured to a busy table in an alcove at the side of the cantina, and made his way over, not waiting to see if the Pyke was even doing as he had 'asked'.

OOC - Open to 5S members.

 

[Grace Zann]

Grace had helped the Pykes out on a few jobs in the past, especially the assault on their Dungeon ship not long ago. She had heard @Rafe talking about this place a while back, and later heard that Nor'Baal would be showing up soon. In honesty, it was the perfect opportunity for her to drop off what first month's tribute she owed the hutts. This was what lead Grace to showing up at the Wolves Den on Sleheyron.

The woman would walk into the building accompanied by her personal mercenary Havvs. The man was a large nikto who carried along a datapad with all the credits they owed Nor'baal, 550,000 to be exact. Selling illegal arms was very profitable work after all.

She would make her way past the bar area and very easily manage to spot the huge hutt some distance away. It looked like Nor'baal was calling for some sort of meeting. As the cantina workers just finished clearing up a spot for the hutt, Grace would walk over with her mercenary. "Ah, Nor'baal. It's good to see you in good health and high spirits." The woman would give him a slight bow.

"I actually dropped by to deliver what we owed you. 550,000 credits. As per our agreement."

@Nor'baal

 

[Rafe]

Rafe was seated at his desk, finishing up some last minute reading on some of their most recent operations and transactions. Things were definitely starting to shape up nicely for his endeavors, so much so that he'd decided to host some of the galaxy's most dangerous scumbags for a special event at The Wolves Den, Rafe should probably have been more stressed about it, but he was taking it much more easy than he should of.

Security had been quadrupled, and the bar and brothel staff had been doubled for the night. None of the public was allowed in, and all space was reserved for members of the Syndicates. Some low ranking members of each had arrived early, probably sent by their bosses to make sure it was safe. Rafe made sure the man he set as a manager was fully aware of the importance of this night, and had the confidence he'd take care of it. Along with the very high increase in security, Rafe also had tons of the Pykes in attendance here, just in case.. members of the Black sun had even showed up, and were huddled in one corner not really talking to anyone else yet, but it was still early.

S.. sir... one of his men in the room choaked out, they didn't like interrupting Rafe when he was busy, which was good... when Rafe looked up the man was pointing at the camera wall, which showed the Hutt @Nor'baal Desilijic had arrived at the front door, Rafe sighed, it was time to socialize... Rafe just nodded at his man in appreciation to the update.

Rafe stood up, he would likely be the only one so heavily armoured in the club, and hoped to keep it that way. There were likely hundreds of Pyke guns in the house, so Rafe had very little worry for the matter.

Making his way from the sub-basement VIP area, and his office, to the basement Rafe took purposeful strides, but was not in a hurry, as he traveled to the main floor and spotted the enormous slug as it slinked its way to one of the side tables of the club.

With a hand gesture two of the exotic dancers and brothel workers, started making their way over to the Hutt, a special platter had been prepared for his arrival, the giant wolf watched as one of his bar staff walked it over... the Hutts ate some of the most disgusting things.. but nonetheless Rafe had gone out of his way to ensure the Hutt delicacies were on order.

After waiting a moment he made his own way to the table, just after @Grace Zann had arrived, she was a good fighter, and Rafe respected that, but as he drew closer he overheard he talking about some sort of deal with the Hutt, but ignored it for now as he introduced himself, Nor'baal.. glad you could make it.. though Rafe's tone was inviting and sincere, there was no hit of the fear and groveling that the lower beings often held when addressing the Hutts, Enjoy the amenities, and relax.. The Den has a great many things for all... predilections.. Rafe added, with a gesture at the scantily clad women who now sat beside the Hutt. Rafe didn't bother to introduce himself, anyone who came here would have already heard of him, it was hard to mistake the more than ten foot tall Nelvaanian giant wolf man..

 

[Nor'baal Desilijic]

<Wa beeska mu-moolee woy ciduepee an dah tee-tocky! Uba doth wa bankepie dheueonka!> Nor'baal remarked, as he took the credits from a heavyset Nikto that entered with his new business associate. The deal he had struck with the Zann Consortium was already paying dividends!

Even the Pykes, it seemed, knew how best to treat the Hutts - a good sign given the recent hardship the Syndicates had found themselves in.

Business, it seemed, was booming once again. <Yanee doth bolla tee Jee neu.> he remarked <Fa doth dan bai neu bu whiph see pinraumaoba dah jiu koi. Vee bankop tee janu bu kahka see Durr, bu Benbepoka gee neu wa manaieu cika che joday pin. Yanee bienu joppay jeejee donohkepeu koumola bamohh, bmaleoi peee kankahne panwuepka hanbanlot bai ata pihozeha heee wuona doi see tee neg, coo hatkocanh neu ten yatuka mee.>

 

[Grace Zann]

Grace would give Rafe a nod as he walked up, it wasn't so long ago that they had managed to capture that dungeon ship. Nor'baal seemed in an especially good mood since he was being paid, and that coupled with his own and the Pyke syndicate's success, he appeared to be elated. Maybe she would stick around after all, she was technically a playing in the Five Syndicates after all. Not that she was the best of the best, but the Consortium was making more moves than Black Sun.

"Enjoy what we can I suppose. Despite all our success, not all is perfect with the galaxy. The ISC still have Kessel, and the Crymorah essentially betrayed the Syndicates because of Zaa Fenn." She would explain with a heavy look. As a waitress would walk by, Grace would grab a shot of whiskey from a metal trey and immediately down the whole thing. "Heh, drinking to forget." She would jest.

In truth, this was all part of the plan. If she could get Nor'baal talking about how much he disliked the Crymorah, and how many problems they caused with Zaa Fenn... Then perhaps the Zann Consortium could get a leg up.

@Mad Dog @Nor'baal

 

[Rafe]

It was clear the Hutt understood what Rafe and Grace were saying, but Rafe had no fhtagn idea what the Hutt was saying back and looked to the protocol Droid for explanation. After it finished it's basic repeat of what the Hutt had said there might have been a flash of confusion on Rafe's face, what the Hutt had said was... Pleasant? This was a wide turn from how Rafe had always known them to be. Before replying he listened to Grace as well and made a mental note to learn the Huttese language.

When Grace brought up Kessel Rafe groaned, he hadn't been around when that happened, and the prospect of it angered him.. it would take a tik before Rafe brought himself back, Nor'Baal, you're absolutely correct, a cohesive environment can only spell future success for all involved... Rafe explained, pausing to wave to one of the attendants, who promptly started scurrying behind the bar, before producing multiple glasses of a highly alcoholic version of Moogan tea, the sweet frothy beverages were brought to the table, they were a bit of a guilty pleasure for Rafe, and as the twelve glasses were set in front of the three leaders Rafe snatched one up, taking a drink of it while he secured a second with his other claw.

Rafe peered over at the members of the Black Sun, they and the Pykes had a very checkered past, but Rafe had started taking the Pyke Syndicate in a wholely differed direction than it had been historically, and part of tonight would include making the Black Sun feel just a little more comfortable with the Pykes than they were before tonight.

 

[Nor'baal Desilijic]

<Nobata!> Nor'baal slammed his fist on the table, a flash of anger in his eyes he cut Grace off. <Jeejee nah beu vehpe an panwa bu concauox'a jeejee doth baah! Jeejee boyeke bai gee ba Kacmahea- kon see vomekha ree tee ceaba an mooljee phabeka, bu yoskah boyeke bai hee bu koee dee Lanka!> he shouted, thrashing his tail with anger as he recalled the riches of history.

<Bu Pantahlea paknee ata Pattee ah chaieyahe kouonkobaee, jeejee hatkocanh paknee ata fa bata hhe lodia, mo hhe saieu. Jee gee nobata chalanh du haku bu Pantahlea canta dee ukawa, la hatkocanh bidcakeza bai bu hatkocanh dee Lanka mo neyoha bu bapia.> he snarled.

Kessel having fallen was, on one hand, a blessing to the Desilijic, as it undermined the power base of their rivals in the Pykes, yet Nor'baal took a longer view. Overall, Kessels loss damaged to the Syndicate, and they needed it back in their grasp. But, to do this, the Clans needed to expand their military power, to once again ensure the people of the so-called 'civilised' governments, feared them as they once used to.

<Jeejee katka pantkhee mee tee wahkala, phata uemoy an keueketkoha bacaka jeejee gee du bu dotkenkala, an paknee ata bata haku doth bidwata...> he paused <Jee besnewa, tee, see pacmhanaduee.>

 

[Grace Zann]

It seemed every one was in agreement that the loss of Kessel was unacceptable. They had fought too hard and too long to see all their hard work fall apart now. The Zann Consortium had just come back into power, and if she wanted to get in with the syndicates more than she already had, this was the time. Grace would look to Nor'baal with a nod as he said they should prepare for war time.

"You're absolutely right Nor'baal. We'll need to work long and hard to oppose just about anyone in the galaxy. In due time however, we will indeed take what is ours..." She would take one of the shots Rafe placed on the table, downing it quickly. Then she would look to the wolf-man, and ask a curious question. "Tell me something Rafe. A hypothetical question. If your syndicate was the uncontested ruler of the galaxy, then how would you remain in power, what would your galaxy look like?"

She wanted each individual's perspective on how the galaxy would be ruled, "And you, great Nor'baal?"

Before finally regaling them with her own vision of what the galaxy would look like. "In my perfect little vision of the galaxy, the Hutts control the galactic senate, each ruling over a minor world. The Zann Consortium would supply the military with trillions of credits worth of tech, and make up the bulk of the troops. The Pykes would control every medical institution in the galaxy, being the sole sellers of spice. Black Sun would patrol our streets as the largest police force in the galaxy, while Crimson Dawn hunts down the ruminants of the Jedi and Sith who try to oppose us... I suppose @Mae Tecono would make a good grand admiral for our galaxy spanning fleet as well..." She would simply laugh as she concluded her vision. It sounded ridiculous when she said it all out loud, but that's what dreams were for.

"In truth... I believe we are stronger when being cooperative than not. Look what happened to Zaa Fenn after all."

@Mad Dog @Nor'baal

 

[Mae Tecono]

Mae felt a little weird standing next to Rafe. He towered over her and seemed to not even know she was there. In fact, none of them seemed to even notice she was there as they continued to converse between themselves without her.

Mae was not going to let it ruin her evening. She had not got dressed up for nothing. Her small frame and red hair looked good in her sleek green dress. She had not originally felt comfortable enough to wear such a dress in public, especially a place like this, but slowly was making a name for herself among the Pykes and knew that they had her back if anything were to go down in this place.

she walked over to the dance floor and began to dance by herself before a few males made it to her and began to dance with her. all the while she kept an eye, as well as an ear on the conversation between the 3 over at the table.

 

[Rafe]

Rafe took a large drink of his special tea, he had already moved the Pykes into other lucrative ventures, with plans to expand on that as well. What the Hutt said wasn't wrong, the Pykes were hit hardest by its loss, which is what almost forced Rafe to make his moves or risk the Pyke Syndicate folding in on itself, but he had brought them back, and would be kriffed if he wasn't going to try his hardest to ensure it's successful future.

Then suddenly @Grace Zann came in with a way out there question.. Medical Institutions..? Rafe thought as the woman explained her view of it. He started to wonder what the woman's view of his Syndicate was, sure it had had its set backs, and poor leadership throughout its history, but Rafe had plans to see it to a more galatic super power.

Interesting view.. Rafe would say when she finished, Using the Black Sun and the Crimson Dawn as Jedi hunters and law enforcement though.. he said as he looked out to the crowd, Not sure that would fly very well.. Rafe said, wondering how good those men would be at following orders to keep the peace rather than obstruct it..

Rafe didn't really answer the question, he had never thought about it before, what it would be like if the Syndicates didn't have enemies.. Or if there was no legitimate governments to contest against... would the Syndicates even exist then? How would it look? Rafe had no inkling what a perfect furture could look like.

A cohesive and cooperative Syndicates is the only way the three of us, and all of our people will survive.. to key to our survival has always been living in the shadows.. we can stop that if we operate in unity.. Rafe said, Here at this table I'd like to suggest a permanent peace between our three Syndicates, and a promise to work together to ensure our collective survival.. Rafe offered, his drink raised.

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