Backes the Hutt was generally not in the business of meeting the scum of the Cartel. The kung, or more politely prospects, were frankly beneath his concern. And when they weren't it usually meant something had gone very wrong, such as the fate of the (former) Besadii leader, Dogi. But generally speaking prospects were a credit a dozen. He could snap his fingers (well if such a thing were possible for a species as slim coated as a Hutt), and in the time it took him to do so, so many members of the lowest rung in the Cartel would have died exceptionally violent deaths, and been replaced by fresh faces looking to make a score and leave their mark on the galaxy. It was entertaining on occasion, but typically tiresome. Backes had more important things to do than watch ants play about.
But sometimes the scum showed promise, and that was then they were really interesting. More recently the new head of the Kormtha Clan had, had a bit of an unpleasant run in with the Champio of Anjliac. It had ended more or less without violence, but it had showed Backes the value of such people as Mjolla. Petar had used the one woman nightmare to great effect, and secured a much larger place for his own clan in the overall scheme of the Cartel. If Kormtha was going to be around what happened next, it was clear that such people were needed as well.
But such people couldn't just be created out of thin air. They had to be proven, or you had situations such as what had happened to Dogi where his own guards had turned on him. They had to be loyal, and loyalty was a tricky thing in a den of thieves. Backes wasn't sure he really believed in it, as an abstract concept. He believed in favors, and having people in his debt.
And it was for that reason that he was meeting with one of the more veteran prospects seeking to move up the ladder. Outright recruiting such people wasn't Backes' style. Giving them a hand here, and expecting something in return? That very much was.
And so he waited on one of the upper levels of Calrissian Hall for the prospect to arrive. He was outside the luxurious suite he'd rented out, looking out over the cityscape of Nar Shaddaa, near the large pool, and bar on the balcony. If the man did well in the meeting, he might himself with such luxuries, or whatever equivalent he desired, before too long. If he didn't...
Well there were always more scum in the sea.