Open Tatooine Scum & Villainy

[Arok Desilijic Nor'baal]

Location: Desilijic Palace, Tatooine

Banners, drums and music heralded the arrival of Arok and Moghra Desilijic, scions of the Supreme Mogul of the Hutt Clans, in what was their first outing from the Hutt Worlds since their birth, some eighty years prior. Naturally, as was fitting, they had decided to head to Tatooine and the family Palace to host a series of games, races, bloodsports and festivals, celebrating their 'coming of age' in the true Hutt style.

Born aloft on a palanquin, carried by liveried slaves, Arok looked at the fluttering banners. Carried before them by a phalanx of exotically dressed Rodians, each flag told of a different achievement of their father - almost all of them fabricated or in some way made to appear grander than they were. Eventually, as the Palanquin was born up to the entrance of the Palace, where the servants, business partners and allies of the Hutt Clan had been invited to this social gathering, Arok stopped and looked out over those gathered.

A makeshift fighting ring in front of the Palace, where Gamorreans fought one another for the amusement of onlookers, had been erected. Moghra no doubt had ensured other things had been constructed, yet Arok was obsessed with the pit fights, so they had not yet noticed them. He whispered to his sibling <Ye wanya peae se dee jaa gee nan bai wamma meiahanla bai ten, whokena.> he stated, oblivious to the fact that they had come here to enjoy the games and drinks, and not their company.


OOC - Welcome to a Syndicate Social. This thread is open to criminally inclined characters and others, but naturally, be aware that you are attending a criminal gathering if you come along and are a politician. As a general note there are hundreds of guards here, so starting a PvP is probably a bad idea.

 

[Preef Callo]

Preef had been standing among the masses to welcome the Hutt Twins to their own party. It had been something their father, Supreme Mogul Nor'baal Desilijic, had requested from him and since the Hutt gave the rodian every luxury as his chief enforcer, Preef had felt obligated to go.

But, if he had to be honest, the exotically dressed rodians had attracted more of his fancy. "Hm," the old gunslinger mused, "maybe one of them wants to marry Jon." and make a grandfather out of Preef at his advancing age. Men and women in his profession didn't usually get much older.

He followed the Palanquin to the palace together with the masses. Their enthusiasm over the return of the Hutt Cartel to their planet was.. mixed. On one hand they could finally return to the ways it had always been done on Tatooine, life and business. On the other, the ISC had brought some civilizations and impartiality to the planet that they would no undoubtedly lose again.

 

[Moghra Desilijic Drooga]

The echo of drums and blaring of horns filled the Tattoine evening, twin suns still blistering down on the sands of the ancestral seat of power to clan Desilijic. Moghra had spent many hours before their arrival preparing for the event. Bathed by a retinue of slaves before being painted with symbols in glittering inks of gold and gemstone dust. She wore a thing layer of makeup that accentuated her best features, particularly the large mole on her chin of which she was especially proud. The Hutt scion sparkled under the light of the twin suns next to her brother as they were carried towards the palace with much fanfare.

"Nobata siw wata bai bamhelay du tee luaha." Moghra chuckled as she whispered back, waving a hand fan encrusted with gemstones to cool herself in the Tatooine heat, fingers studded with rings of gold. She had gone all out, dressed to impress the people of this world that was soon coming under their father's jurisdiction. She watched a pair of Gamorreans engage in their violent fight for survival for a moment before turning her attention to the other forms of entertainment they had organized for the celebration.

A swoop track had been set up to ring the palace grounds and nearby terrain, obstacles natural and constructed alike. Large screens were set up around the grounds ready to project video for all to see of the races. Moghra particularly enjoyed watching races of all sorts, the skill and speed of the racers made even more entertaining by the occasional mishap resulting in a bloody tangle of rider and animal or an otherwise explosive end.

Moghra's eyes wondered the crowds of gathered onlookers, allies, sycophants and partners had gathered for the celebration, her eyes widening only slightly as they settled upon a familiar Rodian face. "Preef Callo" She whispered to her brother, elbowing him slightly as she pointed out the famous gunslinger who was obviously overjoyed to attend their party. "In ting jeejee lwaa neu wa cowou yabee! The Huttess squealed in excitement at the prospect of witnessing the legendary Rodian in action.

@Nor'baal @Eccles

 

[Hal Farstrider]

Hal noticed the Preef-impersonator eyeing the Rodian dancers, and walked over to the old Rodian with a drink in his hands and a grin on his drunk face. "Caught your eye," he said as he playfully bumped his shoulder against the Rodian's, "did they? Should go talk to them. Put on your best Preef impression, watch as their clothes vanish faster than a porg at a Hutt's feast. They say the old man had crazy game, should capitalize on that! Use what you got!"

Falling in besides the rodian as the crowd started walking into the palace, his own eyes wandering to admire some of the other dancers. "You think we can do some play acting," he whispered to the Rodian as he spotted a Zeltron who gave him a slight smile as she spotted his eyes on her, "let the girls see me beat the fastest draw in the Outer Rim, and you might not be the only one getting lucky today! Though, between you and me," he took another chug of his beer, "the ladies probably didn't think much of him being fast, did they?"

He burst into laughter at his own joke, his own naturally friendly disposition mixed with the with the booze making him treat the Rodian as a long lost friend rather than a stranger he had just met.

@Eccles @Nor'baal @Arcangel

 

[Skelgok Desilijic]

Skelgok had heard about the most recent attempt on his cousin's life, but it didn't phase the younger Hutt. Such attempts were frequent and always ineffective, for the great Nor'baal was always one step ahead of his enemies which unfortunately also made buying him presents difficult.

Which made this idea that much better. There were a few ways to the great Mogul's heart, and aside from addled cholesterol the next best thing was flattery and of course, something useful. His children were a whole other issue as Skelgok knew little as to their appetites, although if they were anything like their father then this would go along smoothly.

Making his way to the palace aboard his own Palanquin, the Hutt arrived in a style befitting his wealth and status as a family member. Making his way over to the two younger twin Hutts, he introduced himself even though they would clearly already know a being of his girth by reputation alone.

<"Greetings Cousins, may your father shower you in wealth beyond the stars and an endless buffet never contain you! The galaxy shall fear your names, as befits your great name. Come see, the gifts that I have brought you."> @Arcangel @Nor'baal

For it was divine providence that a pair of twins also be presented with twins of their own, it was a sign of their blessing and an obvious portent to future greatness. In two small, blackened-out cages they would find a baby rancor for each of them.

<"Cousins, behold your very own Rancors! they are small for now but fear not for they will grow and menace your enemies in short order. It is fated that you are to have them, for they are twins also! and very expensive to source! Such is my love for family, of course."> Well He was told they were twins when he insisted that twins be found. At least they looked similar enough and it wouldn't really matter anyways.

Skelgok didn't see the great Mogul around which was disappointing as the elder Hutt rarely missed an opportunity to relish in his subject's misery and suck up. Finding one of his cousin's minions afterward, he left another gift although this one was much more useful. The Ugnaught engineer had a large gambling debt to pay off and would be traded into the Hutt's (@Nor'baal) service to help protect his assets.

<"Tell my cousin that he should have his enemies form queues if they wish to attack him in the palace on a weekly basis, perhaps one for those who come to die and another for those with more sense and bring gifts so he can summon them depending on his mood.">

<Huttese>

 

[Gareth Gin]

Standing not too far away from the celebrations, the White Lion of Zaa Fenn had decided to show himself to the galaxy once more. While usually he would stay as far away from the hutts as possible (Especially those that were Nor'baals offspring of all people), this was also probably the best time to announce himself to the galaxy. He was not as wanted in the galaxy as he once was, he was not alone anymore and, most importantly...Hutts did know how to throw good parties, and Gareth had been lonely and isolated for decades, even in his current state he wanted to talk to actual people from time to time.

The large Miralukan made his way towards the two Hutts (@Nor'baal @Arcangel), giving them a small bow of respect before handing out two reasonably big bars of pure platinum "My humble tribute to you" He would drily say before letting them be, knowing full well what the Hutts' customs were but hating every single second of it. Thankfully, the hutts were probably too young to recognize him and just thought he was some kind of roided out hobo with a platinum stash, so he could be spared an actual conversation with them for the time being, maybe others would recognize him if only because of the glowing eyes tattoos, but probably not them,

Eventually the Miralukan would make his way towards the Rodian (@Eccles ) a slight smile on his face as he heard the one sided conversation he had with a humanoid (@Wit ), visibly amused by it "He does make a very convincing Preef Callo, blaster's pretty close to the real one too" Gareth added to the conversation, wondering how long would it take for him to realize that it was, indeed, Preef Callo...It was only a matter of time.

 

[Moghra Desilijic Drooga]

Arok was seemingly far too engrossed in the fight to follow what Moghra had been saying to her brother, as was typical her twin. Something about the sweating of Gamorrean bodies and the prospect of drawn blood had always enthralled her brother. The heavy odor of whole carcasses roasting over spits, slathered in herbs and spices was ever present and Moghra licked her lips as a hunger began to settle into her belly She was about to snap for a slave to get her some food when a familiar Huttish figure made his approach.

"Pipa Skelgok!" Moghra raised her hands in exclamation as the fellow Desilijic approached, a measured smile on her wide lips as the Hutt started to present the gifts. Truthfully it was good to see the fellow Hutt, if only to be in the presence of another superior being while surrounded by a sea of their lessers. His words and gifts made the feeling much more genuine as Moghra's blue eyes widened at the pair of blacked out cages.

"Wa bacotohoda?!" Moghra squealed in delight at the generous gift. And twins at that to match the pair that sat high on their palanquin. She cleared her throat as she tempered her excitement at the gift, fearing to show too much of the emotion as she began to speak. "Uba yanay ten cay mee sanog. Koee mee mevag doth vee coh pa mee kouoiohag, koee mee mevag phata peee lhonu an peee notke peee mee nanky Pipa." She laughed at this as she gestured for some slaves to bring the baby rancors into the palace, to keep them safe and secure in the beast pens.

"Nan, konza see tee e'nachu hea uba sayey, bimahtokesa kae dah kouoleu neonu an louan see gocola peee jeejee masoi venapkee an panwa bu mee baciyox'a." She waved a hand towards the party, eager to at some point take her leave and visit her new pet to imprint herself upon it.

Moghra paused at her cousin's joke for a moment, staring at him as he joked about the serious matter of the attempted assassination of the Supreme Mogul before breaking out into hearty, pitched laughter. "Whao la gee kae banka, twa sanog lwaa doth see hee wonka da bo Mogulness koee chemant wa momeu an banbauahe kahka um baw wah koudaniua." She laughed, certain that even the greatest of gifts could only purchase a shorter moment of horrendous torture before such fool's fitful ends.

Another approached and Moghra watched him through lidded eyes, fanning herself as the large, white maned man came forth with a small bow and a humble gift. She wasn't sure who the man was, though he seemed quite familiar. His manner was borderline disrespectful, as if he would rather be anywhere but in the Hutt twin's presence and Moghra had half a mind to have him flogged for his insolence. But those muscles. Her fanning increased slightly in speed as a slave took the bars of precious metals.

"Jeejee baplamka mee yicei sanog." Moghra said as she fanned herself and watched the large and muscular humanoid walk away before leaning to her brother and whispering in hushed tones. "Kava hatkocanh uba bacaka bai neu da bo dokoi bo see mee Locahhaon?" She said with a low guttural chuckle before beckoning to one of the slave's that surrounded the palanquin.

"Boonowa doptkee da bo baa peekasa." She said, and was about to gesture the slave away before pausing. "An gee wa cuobasa see luto neonu an whiph koose bankop mi, Dobra badtauih koutokase.
" She ordered, though her eyes remained glued to the large white maned man's back as she spoke.

@Nor'baal @Xorism @Versok

 

[Arok Desilijic Nor'baal]

His eyes never left the Gamorrean fights as the gifts were presented. Arok left his sister to flatter the other guests, including his own cousin, only returning to pay attention to the matters at hand when Moghra pulled it back. Rancors? Arok nodded appreciatively. There was something portentous about the fact they, too, were twins.

He looked at the other gift, an Engineer by the looks of him. Now this was interesting. <Lumpa tah bo du bu vai, Jee hatkocanh cohai bai fa alay.> he instructed, as the diminutive alien was swiftly led away. Arok could think of numerous tasks to which the engineer could be assigned. Perhaps most importantly, there was the redevelopment of a network of 44-T Hoverrail Conveyex Transport across the desert planet, which Arok was convinced would advance Hutt interests on the planet, under the guise of regional development.

He pushed the thought to one side as the White Lion presented some metal bars of trifling value by way of a gift.

It was possible the man was destitute, and this was all he had.

<Hih bu cohou hea nauit doth, Whokena.> Arok replied to his sibling, somewhat flustered at the notion of the monstrous alien advancing the spectacle at the event. Should the slave return with the creature's name, Arok would ensure an enticing offer to enter the pit was made in return.

 

[Shaitan Massa]

Following Gareth Zaa Fenn to offer tribute and welcome the Twin Hutts to adulthood was Shaitan Massa. He wasn't an enforcer that could stand there and look tough and battle-hardened. Without his swoop below his crotch he probably wasn't much to look at, either. Neither was his Pee-Pee's, the Pink Panther Swoops (PPS). The members of his swoop gang were getting ready at the starting line of the swoop racing track and saving Shaitan a seat.

"Dauau dotkola dee bimahau bmala, kanwon dee Bimahau Kasii an lhoie dee Desilijic"

He began with the common courtesies one bestowed upon Hutts; flattery. Now it was time to introduce himself, but what route would he take and gift would he give? Getting to Nar Shaddaa had left the gang penniless and it was by sheer luck they managed to board one of the mass transports to Tatooine.

The human placed his left knee in the sand and looked up to the Twins. ""Dobra Shaitan Massa an mah sanog fa da Jee logna tah raca che uba," she had worked hard on his Huttese, something the rest of the gang hadn't quite been able to get the hang of in similar fashion, ""mo Jee hatkocanh ree koumuaee masoi uba cay mah wahiahase kahka."

Well, there was no going back now. He'd either win the race or die. kriff, surviving in Hutt space really was all about risks you were willing to take.

@Arcangel @Nor'baal

 

[Preef Callo]

The old rodian wasn't too amused by the young human looking to deep into his cups and bothering him. Those close enough to hear their conversation even seemed to gasp for a moment, yet no one dared to speak up. "I wouldn't need to impersonate," Preef hinted, but unfortunately the human's observational skills didn't seem to be on par with average. He'd be a bad gunslinger.

When the human suggested they do a mock-showdown in which the rodian lost, Preef had two options. One, shoot the human. Two, politely walk away as if something else had caught his attention suddenly. Luckily he spotted Gareth and.. Kriff no, the Mirakulan came their way. Option two, therefore, wasn't an option anymore.

"Not you, too-" he sighed as Gareth pretended to think Preef was an impersonator, too. "-you'd think that once they make comics and HoloMovies about you shooting everyone," he pretended to quick-draw with a his suction fingers and bend the finger as if he was pulling a trigger, "They'd be more scared of you."

Then, without any foreboding, the rodian's demeanor shifted to outright villainous and his tone of voice became threatening and cold. "Wait till he's a bit more drunk," he told Gareth loud enough for Hal to overhear, "then kill him. The Desilijic can claim he was killed outside the palace, outside their protection, if we drop his body in the Dune Sea after."

They always did seem to forget that Preef Callo had made his bones in armed robbery and cold-blooded murder of the families that resisted. Whatever this friendly persona was that they all attributed to him because of his comics, HoloMovies or the extraverted persona he had portrayed in the HoloNet Broadcasts, the rodian hadn't become less brutal after his retirement.

@Wit @Versok

 

[Jorge]

Jorge knew that he was supposed to hold all of the Hutts in high regard, but Arok would never be Nor'baal in the Half-Breed's eyes. Either way, he didn't want to upset the lesser Hutt's papa by refusing to offer any sort of tribute, so he made sure to attend this gathering with a small transparent crate that held the head of a Tognath by the name of Xol Zaa Fenn, who had openly dissed the Enfrocer's masters. Hopefully, Arok would appreciate the gesture.

<Che uba, mah Lorda, bu kloonkee see wa kouwoleue cahwebiua.> Jorge bowed before bestowing the crate to a servant who would probably place the head among Arok's other offerings and trophies. "Hell yeah," Jorge spotted an older Rodian- the same one he fought with against hordes of undead. "Jus' my luck, ain it? Let me buy you a drink- I'm Jorge! Remember me?" Jorge had the childish smile about him again.

@Eccles @Arcangel @Versok @Nor'baal @Xorism

 

[Moghra Desilijic Drooga]

Moghra's stare was so that she almost didn't notice the scrawny whelp of a man that approached her next, speaking in huttese as such that it was clear he was unfamiliar with the language. She listened impassively as he promised her the race, offering only his death as a substitute should he lose. She stared at him hard for a moment to let him sweat under the setting twin suns as he kneeled before the twins, thinking.

"An whao wa wahiahase kahka hatkocanh kolka koi mi, haku hee woy uba mo?" She asked the kneeling man sternly as she fanned herself, pausing. Certainly she would enjoy watching the man burn as his swoop exploded around him, a fleeting pleasure that would be gone in nearly an instant as her world continued to turn without him. Not much of a gift that was. Moghra preferred things that she could keep, for her own, in perpetuity.

"Mee nem?" Moghra asked with a raised brow, letting the fan in her hand fall still as she stared at the man. The man clearly had nothing else to offer an exalted being such as herself, there was nothing he could give as gift to her that would satisfy. Nothing other than himself as tribute. A small grin began to tug at the corner of her cavernous mouth.

Another supplicant came forward, offering a small box that contained the head of some Tograth that Moghra did not know, offering a gift for the twin's illustrious father to them in his stead. He brought nothing for her and in return would receive not an iota of her attention as she remained focused on the swoop racer. Let her brother handle the disrespectful enforcer who sought to curry favor with gifts for their father.

@Eccles @Charles @Nor'baal

 

[Arok Desilijic Nor'baal]

A head? It was certainly one of the more novel gifts to hand over. Perhaps it was a threat - Arok was unsure. His father did business with the Zaa Fenn, so handing the severed head of one of their members over to them was probably not the compliment the man had intended it to be. Whilst his sibling made a play to ensure the would-be racer expanded on their offer, Arok considered what to do with the Tognath enforcer.

<Ba chalanh yo ho, Jee doth tee bla bu donba see Preef Callo peee cahwebiua?> Arok remarked, hankering for a drink, as his choleric was showing. <Gee mah whokena kolka koi uba?> Arok furrowed his brow, licking his slips as they dried in the perishing heat <Uba tee bedwana uen bu seteu kloonkee see bo see tee cokha aweleth, hee in ting ua gee maniaht uba, nobata?> he asked, smiling as finally a cup of wine was handed to him.

 

[Jorge]

<Xol pouicna mee cokha an koose yanka bai bu Zaa Fenn woceuea. Goo doth wa whemana coo kouatkeca mee dan.> Jorge shrugged. He wasn't entirely sure if this was the best gift to give right now. But, the Tognath did have a bounty on his head that had the Hutts had placed on him. <Whao kuna kee bacaka mi bai moova mee cay kaa dauau, hee Jee lwaa tee koupankankesa. Cohbana mi.> Jorge sulked. He didn't have anything cool like solid platinum or baby rancors. The Half-Breed was just another guard for Nor'baal and his glorious spawn. And, to top that, he forgot about the twin's sister.

<Nobata... Fa saiot yom wouah mah bmeheka. Tanea bap see uba gee woy gee awanu mi. Fa hatkocanh uogna da Jee gee kantiuka bacdop see uba, an du moova mee, kantiuka mah Lorda.> How embarrassing. Jorge felt a little smaller standing before the twin Hutts.

@Nor'baal @Arcangel @Eccles

 

[Shaitan Massa]

One of the Twins had replied in a way that Shaitan hadn't expected, but it was perhaps the better outcome? If it looked like he was about to lose the race he wouldn't have to risk his life to try and win it, but then what life could he expect working for the Hutts? Indentured servitude in a mine, clean the toilets in the Gammorean barracks, or would he still be able to swoop with his gang?

He felt like accepting this big unknown was somehow a cop-out, the less honorable option, yet also the only was he could guarantee his own survival. Now that he thought of it, however valiant his "I'll win or die trying" appeared, he also really wanted to live tomorrow, too. Or at least until the fireworks that they said could be seen after sunset.

"My life, then." Now he feared the resourcefulness of Hutts. All Moghra had to do to have a new servant would be to either sabotage his swoop before he got to it or order one of the cartel racers to simply take him out during swoop-combat. Shaitan did not have a good feeling about it, but there was a simple solution to his predicament: win the race.

If the Hutt was content with the offering turned high-stakes bet (at least for the human), Shaitan would rise to both his feet and slowly walk backwards before turning around to rush towards the racetrack. He had a race to win.

@Arcangel

 

[Moghra Desilijic Drooga]

It was just about then as Moghra waited for the man's reply that great trays piled with food were brought to stand next to the twins. Steaming meats fresh carved from the bones, glistening fruits still moist from being washed. Platters piled high, plates filled, grand bowls of steaming liquids, and large chalices filled to the brim with expensive wines. Moghra turned her attention for a mere moment to lick her lips and grasp a chalice in her ring encrusted hand.

"Jee baplamka mee yicei sanog." Moghra said with a grin, the fan resuming its slow wafting of desert air to cool her face. She swirled the wine in its cup, a small amount sloshing over the sides to spill down her fingers, belly, and across the palanquin. "Koee bu tamoy doth du mee woiay." She said with a laugh, raising the chalice of wine to the racer before tossing the contents down her gullet all at once. A belch echoed from her great mouth to follow Shaitan as he turned to walk away and Moghra waited until he was out of earshot before motioning to a higher ranking slave for a refill.

"Jee noa-a lhonu kolka koi whao da bo logna." She said quietly to the slave as the twi'lek man refilled her chalice before nodding his understanding and passing the pitcher off to another before departing to do... whatever it was that he might do to make sure his mistress didn't turn her displeasure his way. She turned her eyes to the rather odd looking Gamorrean enforcer who had insulted her with a lack of gift, considering his apologies as he asked for forgiveness. He would have looked better begging on his knees.

"Uba bkoha heee, kantiuka mi ree mah chamy cohka, an ateema saconba che cohbana?" Moghra looked down at the grey-skinned alien through slitted eyes as she considered the consequences. Luckily for him, she was in a good mood as she grabbed a slab of meat and tossed it into her mouth, chewing for a moment as she savored the flavors. She glanced past him to see that the fighting ring had fallen quiet, the body of one of the fighters being dragged away, a path of blood soaking into the sand.

"Masoi ten du bu mensa, an Jee hatkocanh chemant cohbana uba see tah koubepe gee ten an bu Dauau Kasii." She stated firmly as she waved a hand at the now empty ring, invoking a power greater than her own. She would be busy watching the races, though she might spare an eye for the fight if it happened. She knew her brother however would tell her of whatever the outcome was, the avid bloodsport enjoyer that he was. A fresh Gamorrean fighter would be awaiting the enforcer should he try to make up for his slight, vibro-axe humming gently as the crowd awaited the next fight.

@Eccles @Charles @Nor'baal

 

[Shaitan Massa]

Shaitan had rushed back to his gang and more importantly, his swoop. "Good and bad news," he told the anxious gangers, but just as he went to throw his leg over his swoop a large gamorrean bumped into him and threw him -and his swoop- to the ground.

It was immediately barred from doing any worse to the racer or his swoop by the other members of the Pink Panther Swoops (more commonly known as the Pee-Pee's) as three of them tackled the Gamorrean and with considerable difficulty managed to push him back. Another helped Shaitan raise his Swoop from the sand and checked if the fall had dinged any of the engine parts. It didn't seem like it had-

"Burp Ennuf!" the Gammorean snorted as he violently pushed one of the gangers away and then drove his tusks into the throat of another, sending blood gushing from the wound and covering the other ganger that had been trying to hold the large pig back. "Titch!" Shaitan cried in shock as he watched one of his friends' lifeless body drop into the sand and his blood pour into it. By now racetrack guards had come to help -not so keen on people causing a scene- and the Gamorrean was rather violently escorted off the track. "I gotta win this," Shaitan muttered as he slung his leg over his ride and watched how his fellow Panthers lifted their friend from the sand and silently carried him off. The race was about to begin and only one of them had the presence of mind to mutter a short 'good luck'.

The large lights showed red.

Then orange.

Then orange again.

And the second it turned green, Shaitan clenched the gas and his Flare-S Swoop sped off.

@Arcangel

 

[Jorge]

A pit fight? That wasn't a punishment at all! Jorge practically grew up in a gladiator arena- this was going to be the best way to show his support and loyalty to the Hutts. He should of thought about this before giving a severed head as a trophy- Stupid Half-Breed.

<Fa noa-a mah cuova bai dokoi du mee yanay.> Jorge bowed respectfully to the twins before making his way to the pits. Who would he be going up against? Surely the Hutts had something up their sleeves to make an example of Jorge. Well, the Enforcer hoped not. He really wanted to make things right without having to lose a few limbs along the way.

Preef Callo was here, too- which only laid more pressure on the Half-Breed's back. Impressing not only the Hutts but a legendary Gunslinger was going to be hard. Especially if Jorge was put up against someone like that other weird Tiefling hybrid Nor'baal owned. He was a monster. Both in combat and out of it. But, Jorge was feeling hopeful. Besides, even if this attempt to regain the Hutt's respect didn't work, Jorge could always paint a marvelous mural in the glorious likeness of the twins.

@Arcangel @Eccles @Nor'baal

 

[Moghra Desilijic Drooga]

Moghra waved the half-breed away as he bowed to her. Let him prove his pleasure in the arena then, she was sure Arok would enjoy watching. A Gamorrean wielding a vibro-axe awaited in the arena, one of her brother's pit fighters they had brought for the parties entertainment from the throne worlds.

Turning her attention to the screens that displayed the swoop race starting line, a wide grin spread on Moghra's face. The Hutt fanned herself as she watched one of the racers end up gored by a Gamorrean near her soon to be acquired property, who was busy righting his swoop. With a wave of her fan she gave the signal for the race countdown to start. The light turned green and a furious roar filled the air as dozens of swoops gunned their engines. Oh the exhilaration. Moghra hoped she could watch someone crash and burn.

@Eccles @Charles @Nor'baal