For centuries the Gamorreans had served the Hutts. Centuries. As such, when the Hutt Council had learned that there had been a recent spout of disagreement amongst the Chieftains of the world as to who their next ‘High Chief’ would be, it had been almost second nature for Nal Hutta to send two of their own to mediate the talks.
Nor’baal Desilijic Fa’athra, and Mordeth Anjiliac Massri were the two gastropods the Council had sent. Capable operators, both of them, the Council had entrusted them with the authority they need to influence the appointment of a new Chieftan, one more open to the influence of Hutta. Their task would not be an easy one, with the Chiefs of the various tribes split between those seeking to respect the old ways, of allegiance to Hutta, and those wanting to move Gamorr into a new way of doing things.
Having arrived on the Glorious Jewel some time ago, Nor’baal Desilijic, Daimyo of Tatooine and one of the up and coming members of the Hutt Grand Council, was waiting in the anti-chamber of the Great Hall of Gamorr, irritably swatting away the large globulous flies that called this planet home as he prepared, alongside Mordeth Anjiliac, to enter the main hall and make their case to the chieftains directly.
<Tah planeeto kanleh mi, Mordeth. Locay gee tanee doth cohka see Yih Bmola ahban, tytung jeejee gee saconba dee danko doth da fa kouwahe juju dokoi kohvuosah bai ten. Da san hoohah babakanacag, an cuee, tytung um baw wah patka see wa kouciukoee je cuaee kouwahh?> he grumbled to his erstwhile colleague as they waited to be shown into the other room <La lwaa doth sonpa Yikke, tee doux'ah hoohah du tah heee!>