It was a rare occasion Grace found herself on Tatooine. The world was arid, filled with sand, but ripe for criminal activity. Too bad it was already under the control of multiple crime lords. Today, she just so happened to be visiting one of those lords, one with significant pull in the five syndicates. While the Zann Consortium and the hutts never had the best history, their last squabble had been nearly a century ago. She hoped they could bury the hatchet, for both their sakes...
The woman would land her ship a kilometer away from Desilijic Palace, and exit the vessel alongside a repurposed B1-battle Droid and a muscular nikto. Behind them, the nikto would be holding a chain which lead to shackles on the hands of a togruta slave dancer. This was a little gift from her to Nor'baal, a dancer stolen from the Fa'athra clan's ancient rivals, the Nem'ro clan. The mercenary would give a sharp tug to pull the slave along, while he and Grace would speak. "I've made all the proper arrangements to meet with Nor'ball. We've brought a gift, as is the custom... I just hope we have what we need to persuade him..." The mercenary would give a sigh before responding "Relax boss, once he hears that your father is out of the picture and that we want a partnership, I'm sure things will go over well."
As they drew closer to the palace gates, the woman would nudge her droid "B3. You memorized huttese right?" The droid would give a simple nod "Sure have master. I listened to dozens of holovids on the subject." It may not have been a very efficient teaching methods for organics, but for droids it seemed to do the trick.
Grace would eventually find herself at the entrance, met by a Gamorrean holding a clipboard. "My name is Grace Zann, I have a scheduled appointment to meet with the great hutt." She would give a bow. Looking over his list, the guard would usher her inside the palace where she would instantly see a large number of people partying and drinking. This must have been the lounge area.
@Nor'baal
The woman would land her ship a kilometer away from Desilijic Palace, and exit the vessel alongside a repurposed B1-battle Droid and a muscular nikto. Behind them, the nikto would be holding a chain which lead to shackles on the hands of a togruta slave dancer. This was a little gift from her to Nor'baal, a dancer stolen from the Fa'athra clan's ancient rivals, the Nem'ro clan. The mercenary would give a sharp tug to pull the slave along, while he and Grace would speak. "I've made all the proper arrangements to meet with Nor'ball. We've brought a gift, as is the custom... I just hope we have what we need to persuade him..." The mercenary would give a sigh before responding "Relax boss, once he hears that your father is out of the picture and that we want a partnership, I'm sure things will go over well."
As they drew closer to the palace gates, the woman would nudge her droid "B3. You memorized huttese right?" The droid would give a simple nod "Sure have master. I listened to dozens of holovids on the subject." It may not have been a very efficient teaching methods for organics, but for droids it seemed to do the trick.
Grace would eventually find herself at the entrance, met by a Gamorrean holding a clipboard. "My name is Grace Zann, I have a scheduled appointment to meet with the great hutt." She would give a bow. Looking over his list, the guard would usher her inside the palace where she would instantly see a large number of people partying and drinking. This must have been the lounge area.
@Nor'baal