Ask Tatooine Taking Charge

[Nor'baal Desilijic]

Taking Charge​

For the past few years, Mos Espa, one of the most important settlements on the distant outpost of Tatooine, had been run by a rag-tag collection of criminals, politicians, business-beings and petty thugs. As a world within the Independent Systems Consortium, Tatooine could enjoy a degree of protection from the wider galaxy, which when paired with the relative isolation of the planet, made for a difficult place to maintain a grip of power.

However, there was always room for a unifying figure - at least that was the logic the Hutt Lorda, Nor’baal Desilijic had followed when he had instructed his guards to ready his litter, and take him into town. For weeks, Nor’baal had been in the nearby Desilijic Palace, pontificating over the best course of action to take, and finally, he had decided on it.

It had taken hours in the heat of the Tatooine suns for his slaves to bear his litter into town, accompanied by a band of jizz-wailers who blared out a set of gaudy music, alerting the townsfolk of his arrival. Either side of the litter, his Gamorean guards kept the locals from getting any funny ideas, whilst a pair of slaves fanned their master with long fronds of an exotic plant. He did not like the heat, but he did like credits - and the one who could position themselves as the lorda see lorda of Mos Espa, could have the latter in abundance.

Nor’baal had taken precautions. Hiring a mercenary, bringing his preferred guard (Gurp, or was it Burk? He could no longer tell the brothers apart) and having his hoverthrone, which came with a shield equipped, born aloft by the litter bearers, rather than a more traditional wooden item. Slowly, they approached the town hall, and Nor’baal could almost hear the credits clinking into his account.

 

[Wrath]

Nuovis hadn't expected to suddenly be hired by a Hutt, but she wouldn't complain. The only thing she felt like complaining about right now was the heat of the Tatooine desert. 'At least it's a dry heat,' thought the Sephi as she took a drink from her insulated bottle. Pale eyes drifted to the Hutt nearby and the litter on which he road. It looked a bit ridiculous, but she might've been concerned should he have slithered around on his own. The hutts were too good for such a thing, or so they liked to believe.

The locals regarded the group with a mixture of expressions. Several eyes found their way to the towering, tattooed Sephi woman with curiosity. She was hired muscle, so she was prepared to do what was asked of her should fists need to be thrown or shots fired. Whatever it was, she just hoped the heat would die down a bit soon.

tag: @Nor'baal

 

[Gurp]

It was another job for the Gamorrean Guard on the sandy planet of Tatooine. He hated that planet. Gurp had been showing his worth enough that he didn't have to carry the Hutt around in the sun at least. Instead, he was marching alongside the procession with his full gear as a guard. Due to his proximity, Gurp's ears were penetrated harshly by all the jizz, so it wasn't all good. The sooner they got out or the band got shot, the sooner his day would improve.

They had been told to be on alert for assassination attempts from those who held power fearing the arrival of Nor'baal. Such would be foolish, but many had gotten ideas of removing the Hutts since the ISC had spread into the area. Gurp held his rifle in his hands as a show of force to make sure no one got the wrong idea. His pudgy eyes watched the crowd for any weird movement. This hired muscle on the other side seemed to be doing the same. Gurp would trust her for the moment at least.

@Nor'baal @lizziie

 

[Nor'baal Desilijic]

<Bihiahka mi.> a thin mist of water, worth many credits to the locals of Tatooine, sprayed over Nor’baal as he continued into the town on his litter, a steady drum-beat marking their progress. Mos Epsa was a dump, anyone with a working set of eyes could see as much, and clearly, the arrival of a Hutt was cause for great commotion. People had actually come out of their homes, to stand at the side of the street and watch his arrival. Nor’baal did not pay them a second thought as he continued down what he suspected was the main concourse of the settlement, and toward the office of the Mayor.

<Toupee mi, Nuovis, haku woy uba bla Mos Espa?> he asked his latest hire, a Sephi female he had half thought wanted to be his entertainer, not his muscle. <Bamohh doi bodua an kanbiusa cohka, bu bohw yo ho kaae bai bu jobauaze pacahla. Hocan, che heee cay ba donkhamhan apiua, fa doth hee kiuke cuee.> he remarked as the litter made progress. Nor’baal new the world was under the banner of the ISC, yet with vaccine uptake low and the physical presence of that government muted on this world, there was a chance for him to make a move on the underworld itself.

<Gurp wohot tee bacaka Hokaaen> he remarked, recalling the Gamorreans name as he gestured to the porcine creature <Tee, tee bu nakay see veiee koneaha. Uba cha bmeheka bu, haku doth fa, dokoi an bu yocola?> he added, with a laugh, as the party drew up to the town hall, where a stokey looking Weequay waited for them, a line of four of his compatriots sanding behind him, weapons in hand.