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Hutt space wasn't like what it used to be. At least that's how the Hutt's tell it. While back Jack caught an interview with an old lorda who bragged about the legions of slaves he had, the oodles of cash, the army of mercs. Fat lot of good that did them in the end, but still the roots of the Hutts run deep and on Nar Shaddaa their influence was king.
While you had to be a little less open about it, this was still the smuggler's moon. Bribery cut into profits, but it didn't slow the flow of illegal goods to the independent systems all around, not even a little. Jack supposed he could respect the Hutt's and their cartel for recognizing one thing. You can't suppress a need. You can curtail desires with discipline and punishment, but if people need something whether it be drug, or weapon, or loose company, they will go to the edge of the stars to get it.
That's what brought Jack Graves here today. Need. While it pained him to come to this corner of the galaxy of all places, the Imperial Regions proved less than helpful with their bureaucracy and the independent world's were a crap shoot. See, this man needed the rarest of illicit goods. Though it was produced everyday the act of refining and distribution was the real money maker in this market. Information, just to be pointed in the right direction. That's all the bounty hunter ever wanted.
So calling in a favor with his guild contact the he managed to get a sit down with Vinny the Shark, a Herglic informant who served as a frontman for the higher ups. Not liking having to waste time with a middleman, Jack calmed himself with the reminder that this was his best chance of finding his daughter. It's the bitter pills that are the most effective as they say and there wasn't a more bitter pill to swallow than the acrid air of The Smuggler's Moon.
Rather than a club or bar, Vinny preferred to take his clients in a semi-formal seafood establishment. In lieu of his armor, Jack decided to don a simple collared shirt and dress pants. He of course kept his holdout blaster quite literally close to the chest and found it odd he wasn't patted down. Perhaps it was expected to have small arms here. It didn't do much good in the end as every entrance had a Herglic bouncer armed to the teeth.
Vinny was large, even for his immense species. That was no doubt due to the two empty plates he was currently polishing with a third on the way. Weighed down with all sorts of fish, shrimp, and some odd squiggling black mass, Jack suppressed his gag reflex and waited patiently. Between bites the broker pointed to a seat and the bounty hunter begrudgingly sat in the proximity which could be generously described as 'the splash zone'. Tapping the table he soon found a plate in front of him. Out of courtesy he took a few sparing bites as the Herglic at last finished his plate. As yet another one was on the way the gluttonous gangster said,
"Well get started here when the others arrive"
Right before digging in further to his one man feast. That left Jack just about as much to digest as Vinny had. Why were others coming to this meeting? He wanted a simple information transfer, but his contact said Vinny tended to prefer services as opposed to credits. That left the bounty hunter wondering exactly what service the Herglic had in mind.
@The Matt @Nor'baal
While you had to be a little less open about it, this was still the smuggler's moon. Bribery cut into profits, but it didn't slow the flow of illegal goods to the independent systems all around, not even a little. Jack supposed he could respect the Hutt's and their cartel for recognizing one thing. You can't suppress a need. You can curtail desires with discipline and punishment, but if people need something whether it be drug, or weapon, or loose company, they will go to the edge of the stars to get it.
That's what brought Jack Graves here today. Need. While it pained him to come to this corner of the galaxy of all places, the Imperial Regions proved less than helpful with their bureaucracy and the independent world's were a crap shoot. See, this man needed the rarest of illicit goods. Though it was produced everyday the act of refining and distribution was the real money maker in this market. Information, just to be pointed in the right direction. That's all the bounty hunter ever wanted.
So calling in a favor with his guild contact the he managed to get a sit down with Vinny the Shark, a Herglic informant who served as a frontman for the higher ups. Not liking having to waste time with a middleman, Jack calmed himself with the reminder that this was his best chance of finding his daughter. It's the bitter pills that are the most effective as they say and there wasn't a more bitter pill to swallow than the acrid air of The Smuggler's Moon.
Rather than a club or bar, Vinny preferred to take his clients in a semi-formal seafood establishment. In lieu of his armor, Jack decided to don a simple collared shirt and dress pants. He of course kept his holdout blaster quite literally close to the chest and found it odd he wasn't patted down. Perhaps it was expected to have small arms here. It didn't do much good in the end as every entrance had a Herglic bouncer armed to the teeth.
Vinny was large, even for his immense species. That was no doubt due to the two empty plates he was currently polishing with a third on the way. Weighed down with all sorts of fish, shrimp, and some odd squiggling black mass, Jack suppressed his gag reflex and waited patiently. Between bites the broker pointed to a seat and the bounty hunter begrudgingly sat in the proximity which could be generously described as 'the splash zone'. Tapping the table he soon found a plate in front of him. Out of courtesy he took a few sparing bites as the Herglic at last finished his plate. As yet another one was on the way the gluttonous gangster said,
"Well get started here when the others arrive"
Right before digging in further to his one man feast. That left Jack just about as much to digest as Vinny had. Why were others coming to this meeting? He wanted a simple information transfer, but his contact said Vinny tended to prefer services as opposed to credits. That left the bounty hunter wondering exactly what service the Herglic had in mind.
@The Matt @Nor'baal