Ask Nal Hutta The Hutt Council

[Nor'baal Desilijic]

The Hutt Council​

For the past few hours, a veritable tide of Hutts wriggled, slid and glided toward the large Hutt Grand Council Hall in the depths of Nal Hutta. With the enormity of the security risks such a gathering normally posed, compounded by the ongoing AMS virus on the planet, guards could be seen everywhere, and the entire process of getting the assorted Hutts into their respective positions was taking twice as long.

Nor’baal, therefore, had taken the decision to arrive the previous evening, and upon arrival had ensured his palanquin was moved into position early in the morning, meaning the Desilijic Hutt was seated with other members of his family in their section of the Grand Council Hall. The room was a large, dimly lit area of one of the infamous Palace on Hutt Space, big enough to accommodate some fifty Hutts in total, in their comfortable recliners.

Of late, it had become increasingly rare for the Hutts to meet on Nal Hutta, the virus making it far too dangerous to do so. Yet here they now gathered, to discuss the rapidly changing galactic political scene, and what that meant for the families. It was also an excellent location and setting to mediate disputes, if any, between the Clans, and Nor’baal looked forward to it enormously.

As others from different Hutt Clans made themselves comfortable, Nor’baal sat back in his recliner and mumbled something to his Majordomo, the only member of his retinue that he had been allowed to bring into the chamber with him. Meanwhile, with a loud clang of a gong, a titanic ageing Hutt moved to the centre of the room, Yuraza Vosadii Taranga, today’s mediator. <Bu Dauau Yih Gainlei doth naa bai ahban, Yuraza Vosadii wuona bankop.>

The Hutt Grand Council, was in session.

Agenda​

• Copah Bo - Twa Baukola chemant bu tam chalata dee Zaa Fenn Benbepoka, an kava yuna bu Yih Woceuea koee pim nallya.
• Copah Dopa - Twa Baukola naa bai bmeheka bu killya see Lorda Durr, an doth kanieh bai chemant kae bapia chalata.
• Copah Duba - Twa Baukola cankeweloba peee bai bu boha blanaga, an doth pihozeu bai mesohboba bu chalata mee dee Yih.
• Copah Fwanna - Twa Baukola chemant collaborative bkhokasee chalata bai dokanu bu bakenu dee Yih Pohka.

OOC - Open to all Hutts, and their Majordomos. To add an item to the agenda, please DM me on discord.

 

[Irvan Yskel]

Being at Nal Hutta was so nostalgic for Irvan. Since he was born in Nar Shaddaa, the moon of this planet, his parents used to occasionally visit the homeworld of the Hutts to report their jobs. Sometimes, they would bring him with them. Now was his time to come here.

As Nor’baal’s Majordomo, he had followed his boss for the meeting of the Hutt Council. It was a surprise that the Hutts decided to meet at Nal Hutta, since those affected by the AMS were running around the place. Even with the ongoing vaccination, these zombies were still dangerous. Nar Shaddaa was suffering from the same thing. At least his parents were safe, living their retirement at Nubia.

However, Hutts had taken precautions. The Palace was filled with guards, prepared to defend their lords from the attack of those affected. Irvan had also assigned more guards to protect Nor’baal and was about to talk with his boss before the meeting started. “<My Lord, I know that is a tradition for the Desilijic Family to have a guard formed by Gamorreans. However, I should still insist that your Magnificence should consider the possibility of making a professional group of bodyguards loyal only to you.>” after all, the Gamorreans are dumb like doors. If they were clever, the guards would have noticed how Gannick’s incompetence was putting their boss’ life at risk.

When the giant Hutt Yuraza Vosadii announced the beginning of the meeting, Irvan stopped talking. Now the topics that were going to be discussed were far more important. The human knew that he didn’t have a saying on it, but he was going to write down on his Datapad anything that came of it. It would be good for his boss to have these talks recorded.

@Nor'baal

 

[Mordeth Anjiliac]

Being back on Hutta was both nostalgic and repulsive at once. Ord Mantell had its own putrid brand of pollution, but Mordeth had not seen one swamp in decades. It was glorious. And now she was back on a planet covered in swamps. She had been reluctant to return to her homeworld with the virus about; but so many important Hutt figures would not gather on Hutta if the risk were still so great and Mordeth would be damned if she was left out of any important gossip.

When she arrived, there were only two in the room. One she recognized. Nor'baal. He was Jabba's ilk. The bane of her family. Not that she cared. She would find her own way atop the Anjiliac. The hell with her squabbling, useless siblings. The other was a handsome human man. Nor'baal's majordomo, perhaps? A mountainous rumble of laughter caused her huge form to tremble as she slid passed the two of them and onto the large, cushioned seat that had been prepared ahead of time for her.

«Babau kava goo donee che uba, Nor'baal?» Mordeth said, fanning herself with the small paper fan she kept clutched in one cubby paw. «In ting Jee lwaa yoieu wa yae sahuaka bai donee catke cohka mah banbonzahag. Pionpoe in ting tee bo hee doptkahee peee bai henaa mi du ciduepe.»

She hated how good it felt to exchange barbs with another Hutt. There were the occasional visitors to Ord Mantell, but most Hutts stayed away from the Core, and rightfully so. It would be interesting to see who showed up for the meeting. The latest news about Za Fenn presented an interesting opportunity for the Cartel if they played their cards right. And she was particularly interested in hearing this lot explain the recent volatile political scene. @Nor'baal @LouJoVi

 

[Perla the Hutt]

Spoiler: Music OOC

She was a fat thing, no bigger or smaller than the average unit of her species, but after failing to feed her handlers their breakfast on account of escaping an AMS group, well, they were feeling it.

“Drop that corner again and I’ll drop my tail on your head,” Perla barked as the caravan traveled onward. The carrier of the litter swiftly apologized just as his friend dropped from a whip.

“That’s it EVERYONE STOP!” The palanquin came to a halt. “Humans, swap out with the Shistavanen, you useless snails.” The move was made. “Forth unto the hall!” Its entrance was some ten feet away.

Some Hutts had their Majordomos do all the talking. Perla could relate to that but often preferred to handle her own tongue, especially when it came to having her Majordomo clean it. Inside the palace, this one was, navigating tongue brush with expert precision lest his master take his tongue.

Perla sat snug in her recliner thing made for sitting, donned in the nakedness of her flabby flesh, eyeballing one Hutt after the other. Look at ‘em. They slathered in their seats as though they were their very own planets and moons. I’ll have my own soon enough too, you shits.

For now, Perla the Hutt had only a casino barge, the Sable Chariot, but at least it could go places where Nor’baal’s Kessel could not. Maybe I’ll have that too.

As the even fatter Yuraza called the meeting to order, Perla ordered an Oo’ta Goo’ta. While her Majordomo filed her nails, the Hutt sipped alcohol through a straw and studied the agenda. Hmm I like #4: ‘Expand the reach of Perla the Hutt’.

@Nor'baal @LouJoVi @Mockingjay

 

[Nal'faathra Besadii]

Ahh, Nal Hutta. Was there a more comfortable, refreshing place for one's slimy hide? If there was, Nal'faathra couldn't think of it. Today was a grand day, she would finally sit across from her brother as his equal on the council of Hutta. She had Hutta flies in her stomach... literally, she was snacking on them as her palanquin was carried to the grand hall. She couldn't wait to see the look on Nor'baal's ugly face when he saw that it would be her speaking for their birth clan's hated rival.

Gla gla gla gla gla! she laughed, truly enjoying herself as her excessively lavish palanquin, grotesquely adorned with flowers and gold was laid down across from her brother's in the grand council chamber. Of course he would arrive first, he always was the fussy one growing up. Well, lady Faathra was in no such rush; for the noble Besadii, they could wait. Bah, look at him. At least his ugly Gamorreans were not allowed into the chamber... and is that a human? how awful. Such ugly little monkey creatures.

"Jee noa-a mamhayanh bu Besadii Kajidic yabee. Lorda Zaagra banba bo cuee yicei dabobaha, peee tee peee yicei sanog che vee Kajidic, doi Zygerria che bo wahatka-oba, an bai yanay bu piniapa see tah cuee dauau gainlei."

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@Nor'baal @LouJoVi @Mockingjay @Die Shize

 

[Nor'baal Desilijic]

With all of the various Hutt families now in position, the Council was called to order by the oldest of their number, and the proceedings could soon begin. Nor’baal looked at the others gathering in the room, as their presiding Hutt reeled off a series of notes about the agenda, in monotone Huttese. Irvan’s chattering was irritating him, and his choler only rose when one of the other Hutts, Mordeth Anjiliac no less, used the human’s chatty nature to take a swipe at Nor’baal. <Chahse ateema Mordeth, whao mee pohopkaha yoieu fet kiuke mee becea- sahuaka koee yoieu kabee.> he snapped back at his rival, referring to her diminutive Majordomo, the name of whom he couldn’t care to remember.

<Jeeska da naoo joniu uba neonu-kloonkee beesga.> Nor’baal snarled at Irvan, his voice low, as he smarted from the jibes of his counterparts.

Anjiliac was a nuisance of a family, nestled in on Ord Mantell for just over a century, and ready to make their move. Not nearly as annoying as Perla, however, the Hutt who came without a name - a clanless. He did nothing to hide his contempt as he sneered at the female, unconcerned of the perceived threat she may have posed.

Next, his gaze fell to Nal’faathra, his treacherous sibling. Ever since she had married the Besadii she had forgotten her place, traipsing around the sector as if she was some sort of big-shot. Pah! Nor’baal scowled at her, his sibling was a good-for-nothing skug, and no amount of gaudy palanquins could change that!

Finally, their presiding officer wound down his introductions, and Nor’baal nodded to him. He had ensured a sizable bribe was paid to the ageing Hutt before the proceeding, snuck into his chamber just before the meeting had commenced, and much larger than what the others here could muster. With a gesture, Nor’baal was invited to speak first at the meeting, and he did so with the largest and most arrogant grin on his face he could muster.

<Baukola, fa ah cuova che na veiee, bai bahia tah Gainlei, bu koo see juju dan bankop tee janu bu killya see tee cuee x'hoo panbipa, Durr. Dobra nonke bai kouwahe tah manpanh, peee goo yoiit woy gee goo bancaie doth cay ten, an doa bu setpikoba see tah Gainlei dah bu adgapka dee Zaa Fenn.> Nor’baal remained on his throne as he spoke, expressing his dominance over the room through his lack of effort to dominate it physically. As a Hutt of wealth, acclaim and statue, he had no need to resort to the baser methods of intimidation. <Bu chalata see Zaa Fenn see alay gee chaieya bu bakanh dee hih yoskah, um fa doth tee che da mayan tah gainlei lwaa basa. Bankop tee janu Preef Callo banang bo jam dee Hutticide jaha, bu Pohka gee doth dah bu dopweneha. Jeejee tee caie taa fa, chaweka gee wouet, an kiukee s tah gainlei chespo samhana ten bom bom ahaua. Zaa Fenns jotke basa, da dee divou dah Mon Cala, doth hih becmi- koutoze.>

He allowed the last word to linger in the room. Nor’baal did not care that many members of the Mon Cala citizenry had been slain in the attack from Zaa Fenn, no - he was far more concerned that the attack had attracted far to much-unwanted attention from a far more unified galaxy. That, and it must have cost a fortune to carry out.

<Bai doa cay, fa doth lhoie da bu yoskah bla bu bakopa doth tee bonplea cay tah Gainlei. Cuee, fa doth lhoie bai chakaph chaweka- an bai da wen Jee mapacanba jeejee cika um baw wah Zaa Fenn bai doth lee chalya bu kahka kohpa, fet bu bie see hunto- duton keemonhofwachadon mon phabeka doth wamma bai bu Maha see Mon Cala cay bu Zaa Fenn, peee wa bonsa che copah um baw wah kahka nai kachu cay tah bakopa.>

 

[Mordeth Anjiliac]

Mordeth fanned herself as Nor'baal prattled on. His Great Immensity, as she liked to call him when no one was listening, was quite fond of hearing himself talk. Well, let him talk. Some of what he said rang true. Others simply amused her. Take for instance, Mon Cala. She had already made a move in that arena. No small feat considering how small the Hutt Ruling Council frequently operated. She snapped her fan shut.

«Peee fa doth, Jee gee roe woy fa banahnoce da bu Yih cha panbana Za Fenn baa chalata dah Mon Cala,» Mordeth said. «Bu wechpomh camai lwaa gee twa ninba wuepa an twa dayan manpanh cay Yih kon.» She did nothing to hide the emphasis she put on the word need. The people of Mon Cala would get supplies, funding... and spice. Because Mordeth would make a profit at all costs. «Bancaie, fa koee doth dan um baw wah Gainlei bai eeth doptkee wa pineha- wankee. Kaa bai bidwata biw heee Za Fenn yinba.»

The death mark might be seen as extreme by other members of the Council, but Mordeth didn't see it as an overall huge risk. Za Fenn was eating itself. Even if this "Gareth" upstart seized control, he was no Preef Calo. Never mind the fact that every government from the sluggish New Republic to the more troublesome Independent Systems Consortium wanted them dead. The Hutts were in a pretty good position so long as they kept their fingers to the wind of galactic politics.

Another thought occurred to her then and she snapped her fan open, obscuring the great maw that was her mouth, so that only her great lidless eyes peered over the top. « Huntoton phabeka doth nobata koushonbe che copah, um jeejee dayan tah doutoukiua an Za Fenn banieie mo apima fet la doth nobata janse lhoie. Bu kloonkee see dotmheca see baua masetkoha gee bauban Gareth Fen baa wah chee. In ting jeejee lwaa chemant woy bu boe.»

The move would be controversial, perhaps. The Hutts weren't frugal, but in this time of need, credits were in shot supply. Still, she thought if they showed some solidarity—even if transparently motivated—with the rest of the galaxy, the heat would remain on Za Fenn. Not the Hutt Cartel. @Nor'baal @Die Shize @Cinderella

 

[Irvan Yskel]

Irvan became silent when Mordeth approached them. The female Hutt was a rival of his boss and he wasn’t going to give her ammunition to use against Nor’baal. Due to that, he only nodded when the Desilijic Hutt scolded him. He was going to leave the discussion of the idea of bodyguards for another time.

Then the meeting started. Nor’baal was the first to speak, his presence was commanding. Perhaps it was because of his size and wealth. He was the wealthiest of all the Hutts present there. While he made his discourse, the one that Irvan helped him write, the Majordomo started to take note about what was happening.

He was also watching the other Hutts at the meeting, writing at his Datapad anything that could be useful for Nor’baal. This place was a box full of vipers and only the most clever would be able to be successful.

@Nor'baal @Die Shize @Mockingjay @Cinderella

 

[Perla the Hutt]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

As Nor’baal opened with speech, Perla rolled her beautiful pretty eyes. Half of her wanted to kiss him as much as kill him. The Hutt had climbed the ladder to the top while she was still on its lower rung, blowing bubbles through a straw and scowling at her terrified Majordomo. Does the Great and Grizzly Governor like to soak his tail in Pantoran seaweed spas like me? She would have to find out!

“Agreed!” Perla said in Huttese. “As Mordeth said, governments are banding together against the Zaa Fenn. I say, everyone knows that we are not nice so let’s show the masses how mean the Hutt Cartel is to everyone's enemy. Show them what happens when the Gareth Gins try to conquer worlds by polluting them with their slime! The HUTTS happen. Deliver Gareth Gin to the galaxy and its leaders will be shaking our grubby hands, and feeding them! KYAHAHA!" She slathered in her seat, slurped some more drinky-stuff and wiped some frog guts off her lips with a bare hand.

There, the Council had Perla the Hutt’s vote for moving forward with the death mark, hopefully others' too, whether ten million credits or more.

Becoming a prime player in the galactic scene could just as much mean getting on the good side of governments. Ahhh, all those rich douche'walas spending their credits in MY casino! KYAHAHAAA!

@Nor'baal @LouJoVi @Mockingjay @Cinderella

 

[Nor'baal Desilijic]

It appeared that his suggestion of action against the Zaa Fenn was going down well amongst the assembled Hutts. Nor’baal was aware that Mordeth had already made a public move on Mon Cala, and no doubt had further ambitions for the aquatic world, beyond mere altruism. However, their decisive actions a council would no doubt add considerable heft to the fight against Zaa Fenn.

With the others indicating their support, Nor’baal nodded and spoke <Ree tee, wa momahka lwaa doth douban, dah cohka see tah gainlei, woy bu bekiola dee Yih bla.>

Such a move would ensure that the Hutts disdain toward the actions of the Zaa Fenn was clearly established, and, it would remind those upstarts exactly who was in charge. The matter resolved, Nor’baal proceeded to the next item on the agenda. Item two was the piece he was most looking forward to discussing - Durr.

<Cay da ukawa tram pee, Jee jah bu bakanh dee Gainlei bai wa cuee maniahtonkee bawaha. Fa tee caie doth taa da bu K'wanna Benbepoka doth du wa bekiola see lhonu dhiau, an sie paupe see tah doth bai bu chaweka dee Lanka, tah doth tee bu kanu boneiahtoi. Pattee baa cahba gee cin bu Pykes, Mon Cala gee kohkaua bu Zaa Fenn, um bu killya dee woe Lorda Durr gee koose yanka bai bu hih Lanka.> Nor’baal bowed his head for about three seconds, before continuing to speak.

<Jeejee katka ateema bahva bai natka mee bu koudouong tah gee nai kachu, an Jee naa um baw wah Gainlei bai douaph wa tam panbipa che tee pauapka, bo bai cuanesa bu koumuanola jot cay bo woe kogatka, Lorda Durr.> the Hutt boomed about the room, as he weighed his next words carefully <Cay chaweka ban, heee caiot doth nobata taa da bu Desilijic Lanka doth bu mogke yahabonka see tah bekiola. Peee hee, Jee bakanu da tah Gainlei lwaa moova mee mi, Nor'baal, peee mee tam Oyabun.> Nor’baal asserted himself, and silently prayed the numerous bribes and threats he had issued, would pay off.

OOC - Cind skipped at her request.

 

[Mordeth Anjiliac]

Of course that putrid slug wanted to be Oyabun. He had barely hidden his ambitions. The Desilijic kajidic had treated their blood like gold ever since Jabba rose to power all those centuries ago, and even though he had been choked to death by some half-naked broad on his own skiff, the clan still worshiped him. The whole Cartel did; and that extended to his family. Well, fine. Let the fool be Oyabun. But if he thought he was getting her vote for free, he was sadly mistaken.

«Meecooda doth paniena bai douah che uba, in ting. Mah hahekahea an no dah Ahu konkaui gee janse doth kae- chapuoe an tah Gainlei slagwa bai basa mee dah panwata mi. Woy da, an Jee hatkocanh douah uba Oyabun.» Mordeth finished with a flourishing of her fan, waving fresh air into her face.

She imagined to human outsiders, this exchange would look like textbook extortion. It was. But she doubted the other Hutts would blink. Extortion was a Hutt cultural value. It was how they got what they wanted from each other, because trust was in short supply between them. The real question was: what would the other Hutts ask in exchange for their votes? She was willing to bet Nor'baal would do a lot to exert his leadership. This would get amusing fast. @Nor'baal @Cinderella @LouJoVi @Die Shize

 

[Perla the Hutt]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

Nor’baal certainly had a thing with how illustrious just about everything in life was. Durr the Hutt, Perla heard, was dead, and dead Hutts got nothing done. Perla is alive, baby. Perla is ALIVE.

Three seconds passed and Perla spent them wisely by reviewing the work of her Majordomo. He had filed his mistress’ nails just so but had failed to provide a cute little umbrella for her drink. That would earn him some nightmares for the week.

Norby proceeded to explain how his lust was illustrious but such was Perla’s love that she was not blinded to the Hutt’s blustering. His plunge for power, his bid for leadership, came as no surprise.

Echoing after Mordeth, Perla licked her lips and cast her voice and vote. “Nor’baal Desilijil—”

“—Desilijic.” Her Majordomo corrected. That earned him a hand across the head that sent him flopping backwards with a yelp.

“Shall have the vote of Perla the Hutt…on one condition.” She took another sip and exhaled. “My casino barge, the Sable Chariot, be sponsored into becoming the credit-pumping hub I know it to be, and information sells, kyaha—HCCKKKKH!” Choking, she jerked her Majordomo back to his feet so he could pump the frog out of his mistress’ throat.

“Support my efforts,” Perla wheezed. “Give me the right connections, and my Chariot can carry the galaxy’s chips and cards all around and back to us. Independently, I will control a floating vault for the Hutt Cartel to tap into from afar; a humble bridge between the stars, kyoho!” Perla smiled sweetly. “Oh, and I’ll take a mate, if anyone’s willing. I don't bite...hard....and need a clan name and a moon for our honeymoon, kyeehee.”


@Nor'baal @LouJoVi @Mockingjay @Cinderella

 

[Nal'faathra Besadii]

Nor'baal's wicked sibling had remained mostly quiet so far, only nodding along in agreement with the obvious course of action suggested regarding the Zaa Fenn. She instead opted to observe and listen. Her brother led well, and he was smart. Ensuring his ability to speak first at the council allowed him to control the momentum of the assembly, he had the chance to show and assert himself as a leader before the vote. Frankly, as a Desilijic, Nor'baal at the head of the Hutt Clan would benefit them both, but as a Besadii, to support him without receiving an equal trade would insult the kajidic.

"Nor'baal, peee mee cohanlala an kankahuesa, Jee bidkana mee chakanu peee Durr baa catkaii,"

she began, warmly.

"Hocan, peee cohai um baw wah Besadii Kajidic, Jee tee caie wonba tee douah du mee woiay. Tee lanka gee janse gee apiua dah Zyggeria an juju... caieu pacahla makacheesa um baw wah Yih Lanka. Whao uba caiot sanuba Zyggeria bai bu Besadii, an yauma du koose vehpobaee fa baa cakanla cay bu Yih Lanka, hee jeejee noa-a waueoo bidkana uba aweleoi, an wonba tee douah che uba. Baua, tee douah kahe bai..."

"...Mordeth Anjiliac."

@Nor'baal @LouJoVi @Mockingjay @Die Shize

 

[Nor'baal Desilijic]

This was....going better than expected. Nor'baal was prepared for the other Hutts to make demands, it was part and parcel of this dance. Mordeths request was simple enough, and it would cause him no pains in granting it. <Yeeta> he merely nodded at Mordeth as he spoke, his vast eyes turning to focus their gaze on that worm of a creature, Perla.

Of course she wanted the Council to sponsor that floating sty of hers. Nor'baal blinked slowly, weighing up his options as his own sister postulated the concept of backing another Hutt, Mordeth, instead of him. In return for his siblings support, all he needed to do was promise to back her in securing Zygerria?

He ran the numbers, Nor'baal only needed two of them - and his sibling had managed to play the game well. He could not turn down her request, or she would support Mordeth, who no doubt would vote for herself, thus tying the vote up. Slowly, he nodded. <Hee jeejee doth see fah. Perla lwaa gee bu bmantahou dee Lanka, bai je wuona uen baua oto ta, manpanh. Besadii,> he nodded to his sibling Nor'baal stated.

The demands made, and met, Nor'baal cast his gaze around the assembled Hutts, and gestured for them to formally make their votes known.

 

[Mordeth Anjiliac]

Mordeth chuckled at the position Nal'faathra had put her brother into. Now he had to put himself at risk of dealing with the Sith by helping her take Zygerria. Not an enviable position to be in. And while she was charmed by Besadii's vote of confidence, she was all too happy to let Nor'baal claim the throne. As Oyabun he would be a very public Hutt figure. One who had already lost most of his business ties to the Consortium. He would have a rough time of it, and let him. Her territory legitimized, she could move about as she pleased in the meantime.

«Bah, luto, gee mah douah,» she said with a wave of her folded fan. «Jee cha doniea uba bu bekiola see veiee koneaha.»

Whilst the others voted, she turned her attention to the remaining agenda items. There was so much more to discuss. The galaxy was in such turmoil. It was rife with business opportunities if they all played the cards right. Of course, she wasn't completely sure most of them could play cards at all, much less play them at the right time and in the right way. She supposed the next topics would reveal the truth of that. @Cinderella @Nor'baal @Die Shize @LouJoVi

 

[Perla the Hutt]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

As Nal’father…whatever…spoke, Perla narrowed her gaze. This is a wily Hutt, hmm… So, um, a Hutt, then. Heh. No surprises there.

That Nor’baal’s sister was willing to give her brother an ultimatum of advantage, lest she support Mordeth instead, well, that earned her a stink eye as much as a pass of flatulence that Perla hoped no one had heard.

All in all, it was good to know that there was a strong member sitting on the Council with some deeper ties to its Most Illuminable Illuminator, whatever that meant, who could keep Nor’baal in check. Heh.

He spoke just then but all Perla heard was having her demands met. Oh, and he said my name…kyeehee. She once had a dream of Nor’baal echoing her name whilst an emperor size bed shook violently.

“Yes, yes, very good, very good,” Perla said in Huttese. That was as much confirmation of her vote as Nor’baal could hope for.

“NEEEEEXT!!” She reached for her datapad to review the agenda. Unfortunately, some of her Oo’ta Goo’ta had spilled on it upon reaching for her Majordomo’s head some moments ago. Heh. ‘Least I got frogs. -slurpslurp-

@Nor'baal @Cinderella @Mockingjay @LouJoVi

 

[Nor'baal Desilijic]

He smiled, as the aged Hutt overseeing proceedings moved aside for the new 'Oyabun', leader of the Clans. Nor'baal took a position in the centre of the room and surveyed his new council with a degree of staggering self-importance that one would expect. <Bu Gainlei lwaa ateema chemant bu johze boha soong du bu yoskah. Ree chayanh dotkot kiuke panwuepka an keueka-ou sobahonh, cay bu Beh an Jeday Danko Kankahuesa ree tamoy, bu Jeedai an Beh becei, an see pacmhanaduee bu panwuepka kankay bu Banbamanu Danko Pantahlea an heee banyahu beesga du bu Cymorrah.> Truth be told, Nor'baal highly doubted anyone in this room cared for the fate of the Cymorrah. If others wished to remove their enemies for them, then they were welcome to.

<Jeejee doth kankanla bai bahiesa du bunno cay bu Kankahuesa an Beh bai wen twa setmika. Peee um baw wah Jeedai, Jee che bo neu nobata mayan um baw wah Lanka bai ben kankahcaka. Hocan, dotkot ba makacheesa wata che ten tytung, nobata?> the Hutt considered.

With war, there was always a chance to make money, especially when that war targeted someone else. Handing the floor to the other assembled Hutts, Nor'baal waited to see what they had to say.

 

[Mordeth Anjiliac]

There was indeed opportunity. And money. Bags and bags of it to be made. Not that she would share with any of these slugs how she intended to do that. She didn't need the competition. But if political endeavors were to be the subject, there was no reason Nor'baal should get to set the agenda, Oyabun or otherwise. «Tagwa, jot ten cohai see boha,» she said, raising her voice to be heard by all. «Che dopyacmi, mee cahba see Pattee. Sonpa bai da cahba, bu Pantahlea ateema han bu saptkhe bai bidwata waajo bmela dah bacdop Pattee an Myauah. An heoi pee mee mayesnola noa-a neu peee cahweba cay Nupee Thorne, fa noa-a kouwoleue che ten bai tasag wa bargon cay bu Pantahlea.»

Mordeth fanned herself. There was some genuine annoyance to her tone. It wasn't just that she wanted to stunt Nor'baal's quick ascent with a reminder of his failures. She genuinely felt the loss of Kessel. The Pykes had owned those mines for centuries and finally they were in Hutt hands. Now, they belonged to a government who hadn't the slightest clue what to do with them. All because Nor'baal's eyes were bigger than his head.

«Bargon cay bu Kacmahea an bu Kankahuesa koee sa doth youngee. An keueka-ou vee chayanh makacheesa,» she continued. «Um bmela doth tee banbonzahag mah. Ban fa, jeejee doth samanbe dah bu lhee dee lorda see tah Gainlei an tee pacahla bargon bai cuanesa tee patka. Tee chaptee peee matmanu mee wa kakau peee bmela nanba.»

Here, she snapped her fan shut. «Kava woy uba chamana bai woy bimhee che mee paknee ata tee, Oyabun?» @Die Shize @Nor'baal @Cinderella

 

[Perla the Hutt]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

Perla the Hutt sat and slathered in a room filled with schutta and sluts. Mordeth had more than one point to make, namely against their new Onion Bun, and was she not old school? Are not you all, you pompous pricks?

Kessel, Mordeth mentioned. Kessel! Kessel! Kessel! Well, like urine in a kettle thusly boiled, Perla was sick of sniffing it. Old school. She was new school. The new bitch in town, kyahoheeha.

“War is profitable, yes yes, but peace no less,” Perla fanned herself. Awkwardly, she realized she had no fan, just flapping fingers, and cleared her throat. Somehow, that was her Majordomo’s fault too, and he’d learn why later.

“Kya, I run a casino barge, modestly so, kymhm, but ‘tis a bridge between war and peace, and I’ll serve as such.” She nodded, tried to, neck fairly flabby.

“You think Kessel a loss? KAH! It was a stain long before the Hutts claimed it from the Pykes. Let it go. Look to new horizons, I say, for they are brighter than any spice mine.” She snapped her fingers, getting into a bit of jig, music be damned.

“The ISC can keep Kessel as a gift. If they get bored with it, they may just give it back, and overlook Nor’baal’s blundering withdrawal. Sanctioned oversight and all.” Nod-nod. Give it to Perla. She’ll take care of it like her Nunion, kyee!

“I say…” Perla licked her lips. Out with the old, in with the new. “...I hate coming to Nal Hutta, our home, fleeing like fugitives from Infected. The Sith suck bantha balls, the Jedi swallow them, while our focus should be on the initialisms: the ISC, the FWA...and the AMS.” She shrugged, tried to, small shoulders and all. “Curb the former, cure the latter, like gambling addicts in a casino, kyeh.”


@Nor'baal @Cinderella @Mockingjay @LouJoVi