Raxus.
Nor'baal had never thought he would step foot on this Imperial slag heap. For years at it, an industrial planet had been nearly inaccessible for him to come here. Yet, all that had changed with the advent of the Cantonica Concordat. Hushed murmur spreads across the slimy corridors of the Supreme Moguls palace on Nal Hutta, rumours that Nor'baal had, for days, been gone - headed to the heart of the Empire itself.
In the dead of the night, Nor'baal's pleasure yacht silently slipped away from the muck-covered landing pads of Nal Hutta. The enormous vessel, adorned with the decadence befitting a Hutt of his stature, drifted into the inky void of space, leaving no trace but the lingering echo of its departure.
Nor'baal relished the ripples of excitement rumours of his brazen trip to the Empire had caused in Hutt circles. Whispers suggested a destination veiled in intrigue: the Imperial capital of Raxus Prime. The heart of the Empire, a place both coveted and feared, now would welcome the presence of the Hutt mastermind.
The Supreme Mogul's motives on the planet remain veiled, hidden beneath layers of intrigue and calculated machination. Is it diplomacy, subversion, or perhaps the pursuit of untold riches? Nor'baal would tell nobody, for nobody deserved to know.
As the yacht approaches the foreboding silhouette of Raxus Prime, a sense of anticipation permeates the air. Within the heart of the Minstrel-Class Yacht, Nor'baal was feasting, anticipating what was to come.
"Mighty Nor'baal, I have ordered the kitchens to prepare this meal for you." Tooga, his long-suffering Majordomo, fluttered over, a heavy-set Gamorrean slamming a thick dish on the table before the Hutt "Sizzling Nuna Steak with Mandalorian Spices." The succulent Nuna steak, seared to perfection, is infused with a medley of Mandalorian spices that create a symphony of flavours. It is a dish that not only tantalizes the taste buds but also pays homage to the martial prowess of the Mandalorian culture -"
Nor'baal spat out a lump of the steak as he heard the term 'Mandalorian Culture'. <Piukiha? Bu Konbouaheon gee nobata piukiha. Bo see twa doabae dopo bai je killya bonee wagan, in ting uba bahva bai kantiuka mi tooga?> the Supreme Mogul glowered at Tooga, who recoiled from his master in barely concealed terror.
"Mighty Nor'baal, most significant of all tyrants, I sincerely apologize if my words caused any offence. I only intend to provide recommendations that align with your immensely profound pallet." it rambled, desperate to explain himself and spare its diminutive form a trip to the Rancor pen.
The Supreme Mogul dismissed his Majordomo, who seemed all to pleased to be allowed to escape with his head still affixed to his shoulders. Nor'baal, calming himself, as he looked around the feast chamber to see where his compatriots had gotten to.
Nor'baal had never thought he would step foot on this Imperial slag heap. For years at it, an industrial planet had been nearly inaccessible for him to come here. Yet, all that had changed with the advent of the Cantonica Concordat. Hushed murmur spreads across the slimy corridors of the Supreme Moguls palace on Nal Hutta, rumours that Nor'baal had, for days, been gone - headed to the heart of the Empire itself.
In the dead of the night, Nor'baal's pleasure yacht silently slipped away from the muck-covered landing pads of Nal Hutta. The enormous vessel, adorned with the decadence befitting a Hutt of his stature, drifted into the inky void of space, leaving no trace but the lingering echo of its departure.
Nor'baal relished the ripples of excitement rumours of his brazen trip to the Empire had caused in Hutt circles. Whispers suggested a destination veiled in intrigue: the Imperial capital of Raxus Prime. The heart of the Empire, a place both coveted and feared, now would welcome the presence of the Hutt mastermind.
The Supreme Mogul's motives on the planet remain veiled, hidden beneath layers of intrigue and calculated machination. Is it diplomacy, subversion, or perhaps the pursuit of untold riches? Nor'baal would tell nobody, for nobody deserved to know.
As the yacht approaches the foreboding silhouette of Raxus Prime, a sense of anticipation permeates the air. Within the heart of the Minstrel-Class Yacht, Nor'baal was feasting, anticipating what was to come.
"Mighty Nor'baal, I have ordered the kitchens to prepare this meal for you." Tooga, his long-suffering Majordomo, fluttered over, a heavy-set Gamorrean slamming a thick dish on the table before the Hutt "Sizzling Nuna Steak with Mandalorian Spices." The succulent Nuna steak, seared to perfection, is infused with a medley of Mandalorian spices that create a symphony of flavours. It is a dish that not only tantalizes the taste buds but also pays homage to the martial prowess of the Mandalorian culture -"
Nor'baal spat out a lump of the steak as he heard the term 'Mandalorian Culture'. <Piukiha? Bu Konbouaheon gee nobata piukiha. Bo see twa doabae dopo bai je killya bonee wagan, in ting uba bahva bai kantiuka mi tooga?> the Supreme Mogul glowered at Tooga, who recoiled from his master in barely concealed terror.
"Mighty Nor'baal, most significant of all tyrants, I sincerely apologize if my words caused any offence. I only intend to provide recommendations that align with your immensely profound pallet." it rambled, desperate to explain himself and spare its diminutive form a trip to the Rancor pen.
The Supreme Mogul dismissed his Majordomo, who seemed all to pleased to be allowed to escape with his head still affixed to his shoulders. Nor'baal, calming himself, as he looked around the feast chamber to see where his compatriots had gotten to.