Somebody has to pay

[ShadowWalker]

Destro landed his ship as he walked up to the quite ornate estate house. He'd picked up from one of his contacts that this hutt needed something done that would be a bit in his interests, as he held quite a bit of pull with some assets that he wanted. Especially for the "Wolf's Head" project. He swore if that bastard of a hutt tried to bargain for a piece of the head, he was gonna take his head off. That was his and Blake's baby, and nobody touched their baby. He called in his old friend Nor'baal, and asked him to accompany him for this run, if he got the chance, or to send someone he knew.

Blake and Destro walked up to the estate's front door, and two guards barred their way. Destro spoke with a matter of fact tone, and his eyes spoke business. The animal just wanted to shoot its way to the hutt, but he knew that such a move wouldn't be very polite. Oh well.

"We're here to see Borga. We have business to discuss, and he can either let me in, or I can let myself in,"

The guard looked a little puzzled at Destro, and to that to accentuate his point he unclipped the strap on his pistol making it ready to draw if he wanted. The guard took the hint and radio ahead, waiting for his boss to reply.

 

[Nor'baal]

Nor'baals ship touched down behind Destro, a small Ootman class shuttle, and the door slid open. From it came Alruss Makar, Nor'baals accountant and lawyer, with him came a small cadre of Gammorreans.

''His excellency is attending to business, and as such I am his agent for this time being. Lead on.'' he said, gesturing for the man to lead the way.

 

[Just Matt Now]

Message was given to the boss, the head of the house, Borga. He had been notified of who was at his front door, and how they greeted themselves. Needless to say the crowning Hutt was not pleased in the slightest. Order was given for Wor Niedra, Borga's best friend and majodormo to bring them in to his household palace.

The large Chevin appeared at the front gate, accompanied by three armed Gamorrean guards.

"If you wish to speak to His Gratefulness, then I will have to confiscate any and all weaponry from your person. Should you deny these terms then I am afraid there is nothing more I can do for you. Alruss, I'm sure you understand." Nor tapped on the shoulder of one of the guards. The snarling green pig stepped forwards and stretched out hs hands to take any weapons that either of them had on them.

"Do not worry, they will be returned to you once everything is said and done in the condition in which they were received. Now please...if you would." Nor pointed towards the guards arms. Borga took no precaution lightly, and the way this bounty hunter was acting was definitely cause for such caution. His recklessness will not get him far in the favors of Borga.

 

[ShadowWalker]

The smuggler greeted Nor'baal's lackey with a nod and spoke a few words.

"Hmpf, typical Nor'baal to send someone to a place he didn't trust," The smuggler spoke with a little disdain. But then again, Nor'baal was good enough to get him this far, with a lot of the spice runs that the smuggler had been performing. However, soon his weapons contacts on the black market would be more than happy to send more contracts their way, and with that, more weapons. A lot more weapons, and weapons were good for business, business which they would both profit from.

The smuggler then turned to the lackey that Borga had sent to greet him and he chuckled. "What? Does this hutt think I'm going to try to kill him? I only kill those that are worthless to me if left alive, and your boss has things, that I want.... very big things that he can help me get," he sighed however as he took out his twin blaster pistols, pistols he had worked very hard to attain, and were some of his most prized possessions. His voice went from full of humor, to quite menacing, and cold, almost lifeless as he handed them over. "If there is anything, and I mean anything wrong, missing, or scratched on these when I get them back, I'll feed you a plate of your own feces," The human's tone then went back to full of humor as Blake just shook his head and sent up a silent prayer as he handed his flechette pistol and shotgun to the nearest Gamorean. Which honestly, in a stand up fight, Destro was sure that Blake could take the Gamorean and his ax quite handily, without his weapons. "Now then, let's see the boss so we can conduct our business and make some money for everyone!" With a chuckle he waited for the lackey to bring them to Borga. The animal side of him wondered if he would even be able to tell if the second half had started to bleed through right there. But the real question for them both, was if the lackey could quite see if something wasn't a little, off about Destro. Oh how it loved being able to mess with people like that. It stretched its mental muscles and control as it waited for the warrior to either tell him to leave, which, it wouldn't take very well, or lead him to Borga, and then, the real fun would begin.

 

[Just Matt Now]

Wor was not shaken or battered by the mercenaries antics. He had dealt with such kind before and understood his potential. He was a threat, though not because he was strong, they had ways of containing that, but because he was unpredictable and not trust worthy. The Chevin could tell that Destro did not think of him as anything other than a slave, though how wrong would he be. Wor was a free man, and not just that, but one that could easily handle his own against this bounty hunter. Taking the weapons and giving them to the Gamorrean guards, they scooted off to leave Wor alone with both Alruss and Destro.

"I know not the name of you're friend here, Alruss. Though if you cherish your life, I would suggest that you had him bite his tongue in this meeting. Lord Borga has little tolerance for such outlandish behavior. Now, follow me."

The Chevin led them through the front gates and onwards into the grand palace entrance. Through the foyer and onwards to the hallway which lead to the throne room of the Hutt. Borga could be seen enjoying delectable fruits and delights being fed to him by a Twi'lek slave. On either side of him stood menacing gladiators, adorned in full gladiator outfits and weaponry. They were no simple warriors, but fierce and dangerous creatures.

Wor bowed before his lord, motioning for both Destro and Alruss to do the same.

<"Ahh Alruss. To what do I owe this pleasure. I hope all is well in my finances."> Borga took the time away from his delights to say.

 

[Nor'baal]

Alruss managed to hold his tongue as Destro and Co. managed to insult pretty much everyone in the room. He performed his usual deep bow before the Hutt Lord, as he was in the bow, he whispered to Destro ''Watch yourself. You may think your unstoppable, but here, don't even think about anything stupid.'' before raising from the bow.

<Mighty Borga, most excellent of Gladiator Trainers, and supreme Lorda of this magnificent abode, your finances cause even the mighty to quail in awe and fear of your power.> he said in fluent Huttese grovelling. Alruss knew that, behind closed doors, he could be as frank as he needed to be regarded the Hutts finances, but in public, the usual grovelling was always welcome. <May I introduce an acquaintance of Nor'baal Vesajilic Diori's, Destro and Blake.>

 

[ShadowWalker]

Destro smiled as he saw the Hutt speak to them, and decided to play dumb for now, see if this Hutt would insult him in his tongue. They were so pompous and arrogant that it sickened the beast, but unfortunately, it recognized the need of having to deal with him, if he was going to get what he wanted. The Wolf's Head completed, and he'd go pretty far to get her finished. The smuggler smiled as he acted like he didn't understand huttese, and waited politely for the accountant to quit babbling. Tone it down eh? He was pretty toned down right now, seeing as he didn't kill the door greeter, and served him a plate of whoever was fool enough to call themselves his "champion". But they had to be "polite", if not down right agreeable. But he didn't blow smoke up anyone's ass, ever. He would speak his mind, even if he had to put a cap on how insulting it was. This was business, so bull shit was out the window. He finally spoke as the accountant graciously shut up. Blake put an arm on Destro's shoulder to try and remind him of restraint, as he stepped forward with his signature, quite odd, as in something wasn't right in his head, smile.

"Mr. Borga, I'm a business man, and looking at the wealth you have around you, I can tell you think similarly. So I'm gonna skip the pleasantries and get down to business at hand," His smile vanished as his tone became firm, and he was gonna cut this hutt a deal he'd be a damned fool to refuse. And it was gonna be on his terms, or what was gonna be very, very profitable for both, wasn't gonna end well. "I've heard that you have a spice dealer squatting on your turf, and has just neglected to pay the proper fees to pay for such intrusions. The only question I have is whether you prefer the message a bloody and gruesome death, with remains displayed quite openly I might add, to send a message for future squatters. Or," He paused for effect. "My personal favorite, I break him, and make him a living example of what happens to those that cross you. A trophy that you get to keep around like a pet, put on display for all," Destro smiled demonically as he thought about all that option would entail. Ohhhh yes how he prefered that option. So much more fun for him. "Once that matter is settled, we can talk about payment, which I think you'll find my price, quite oddly, more to your liking because it has a chance for you to if not profit from acquiring of excess from my payment, then at least, a chance to exercise a favor from a very grateful friend and ally in return,"

The smuggler had spoken his piece, and decided to wait to hear what the hutt had to say in return.

 

[Just Matt Now]

The Hutt let Alruss speak, although his eyes were trained on both the bounty hunter and the smuggler. It seemed that they worked in tandem, and they were in fact business men, at least the one who spoke was. Listening the continued conversation of why these two men were here in front of Borga, the Hutt was pleased to hear them get right to business. It was clear that they knew of his wealth, anyone who came into his palace would understand, so formal introductions could be skipped at times.

"Well squatters will always be a problem for such spice distributers as myself. Though I suppose I could use an extra hand in sending them another message. I like to keep them alive, however. Most of the time I capture them and place them in my arena. See how they fare up against my gladiators haha, could they win? Sure, but they never do."

"If I hire you to complete this task, even with you claiming your wages to be so low...will I be hiring two men for one job? Because that does not sit well with me. I could easily find someone to do the task, or any one of my gladiators. Though I am open to pursuing new business partners, which is why I wanted to see you."

The Hutt has dealt with squatters on many occasions, and his normal solution is to handle it internally. Although he recently let others perform the task, which is broadening his cliental and business opportunities.

 

[ShadowWalker]

The smuggler, Destro, let his smile flash as he heard the hutt make a joke about putting the gladiators against the squatter, and he chuckled. This hutt liked to to flash his power over such people, but Destro had a much better idea.

"If I may make a suggestion then, I'll give him some, 'advice', call it counselling-"

Blake spoke quietly behind him. "If what you're gonna do to him is called 'counselling' I'd hate to see what you call torture,"

Destro chuckled at his comment and spoke in a more defensive tone. "Why Blake, we are trying to convince the man to change his ways! That is counselling, we're not gonna kill him," He explained and then heard the hutt speak again about price.

That was where the smuggler's smile went to demonic as he looked at him. "Oh yes, because of the fact that while what I'm asking for is a little pricey to the 'average' employer, I would call it, an investment into our future working relationship. Blake and I are inseparable in this, but just because there is two, doesn't mean a separate reward for him, because we want the same thing. We want the ability to bring massive amounts of credits from helping you acquire loot from places where we'll find these,"

He tossed a holo-projector onto the floor between them, and it activated. It displayed images, of ship engines, life support systems. It was a 3D display of ship parts, and not just any ship parts. These were ship parts for a capital class ship of war. The smuggler let his insane smile display proudly as he walked around the images, and spoke.

"You see, I want these specific parts, and I want your help in acquiring them. You get to profit from everything else we are sure to find at the depots we are going to raid, but those parts are mine. And in the end, after all of them are collected, I shall reward you with a quite sizable favor as any grateful captain would,"

 

[Just Matt Now]

At first Borga was confused. It didnt seem like they wanted to be paid in credits, an unusual condition for bounty hunters. Although as he viewed the projected image in the middle of the floor, he understood why they wanted it like this. A very large ship was displayed, one that could cause massive damage. The Hutt's eyes lit up, he definitely was not expecting two bounty hunters to want a capital ship.

"Hahahaha..." Borga found this slightly twisted. What would two bounty hunters want with a capital ship? First and foremost they would need crew members, and tons of them.

"And what do you plan on doing with that exactly? There's no way the two of you alone could fly that thing, especially if you are taking jobs for no credits."

Though he was interested to see what these guys could do. From what they led on, they were quite the sadistic bunch. And Borga liked twisted punishment against those who defied him and crossed him. He was always on the search for partners who found pleasure in bringing pain to those who oppose him. The more twisted and sick, the better.

 

[ShadowWalker]

The smuggler kept a straight face as the Hutt chuckled at his plan, and when he asked about the whys and hows, he didn't speak. At least, at first.

"You can leave the putting together of a crew to me, and as to why I want it, well.... nothing says '**** you' like an upgraded Venator class Cruiser jumping into the system, when the enemy was only prepared for small scale pirates," The smuggler cackled at the comment and then spoke to the Hutt, his demeanor being very serious.

"But that is my price. You can either take it, and we can have the promise of doing much more profitable business in the future, or you can leave it, and in that case, you'd have missed the prime opportunity to have a Captain of a Cruiser class vessel, as an ally,"

Blake shifted behind Destro, and eyed him suspiciously. He didn't trust the hutts, any of them, at all. He figured that they'd be getting a knife in the back as soon as the project was done. They had a plan to get her moving, and some of the upgrades they had planned would save a lot of man power in the long run, but they'd still need plenty of gunners, techs, and crew. But they had it planned and accounted for. They just had to get her finished, and the "Wolf's Head", as Destro had taken to calling her, would be the most fearsome tool in the arsenal of any criminal organization. Or, anyone they deemed a good friend and ally. What was to come later, well, Destro's second half smiled at that. They'd build a Shadow Fleet for the smugglers and underworld crime lords. A fleet, that would surprise anyone who tried to attack holdings of the crime lords, and could be used to intimidate others into falling in line. To absolutely destroy what was the target, and then disappear without a trace. That was his plan. But first, he had to complete the Wolf's Head.