Location: Teth, the Outer Rim
Punching out of hyperspace above Teth, the Minstrel-class space yacht wasted no time as it swept down into the skies of the planet below. Its occupant, the garrulous Nor'baal the Hutt, was wasting little time in ensuring his mission was completed. Beneath them, an old B'omarr Monastery was perched high on the top of one of the planets famed spires, long-since abandoned by the religious order that had called it home, and now a hiding place for refugees fleeing the war.
Teth was out of the way, and this temple was easy to defend from ground attack - the ideal place for one to hide from a war, or, in his case, for one to found an empire.
As the ship continued its descent, ignoring the incoming hails of the monastery, Nor'baal took great pains to make himself look as menacing as possible. Bedecked in his armour, and astride his 'war chariot', which his droid improperly called a 'sledge', Nor'baal felt every bit like the warrior-Hutts of old. At his hip, a Neuronic Whip would be found, whilst to his sides stood Gurp and Burk, each struggling to hold two slathering Corellian hounds.
With a thunk, the ship touched down, and the boarding ramp lowered. Nor'baal moved down the ramp on his sledge, halting at the bottom, and surveying the small gathering of refugees who looked up at him with clear looks of confusion on their faces.
<Faee, koudaniua dotkola! Tah planeeto doth ateema bu catabola dee hutta Yih Pohka!>
His deep booming voice cut across the assembled refugees, as Nor'baal raised his fist triumphantly as he made his declaration. Now, if only they'd lay down and surrender, this would be a great day.
@jor don @vamp @Tulos
OOC - Will roll for opposition strength in the next round.